Sometimes I write my thoughts down.

...go marching in...to the Championship...

Well, it was always going to be close, and in the end it just wasn’t to be. After 27 years in the top flight, my adopted club, Southampton, have been relegated.

It all started out rather well. An early Man Utd own-goal was followed a little later by goals against both Norwich and Crystal Palace, and at half-time, though Man U had equalised, we were still in pole position. Most of the drama was reserved for the second half, however. Man U and West Brom scored in quick succession, and from then on it got increasingly desperate. I feel I must apologise to Bob, in that he was the only one really affected by the result. The rest of us were disappointed but didn’t really share his pain as we possibly should. I guess it found me out as someone for whom football is a big interest, but not a passion.

What an occasion, though: a last-day four-way battle to the death, with only one winner. The closest relegation scrap in Premiership history, and it lived up to expectations. Unfortunately, in my opinion the worst possible result ensued. Apart from Southampton I have a soft spot for both Norwich, with their crazy lurid strip and Delia Smith, and Palace, with their consistently amusing manager Ian Dowie and a team that were bordering on the Championship relegation places half-way through last season. West Brom are just dull. I feel particularly bad for Liam and his fellow Canaries fans – from being in the (tediously proverbial) driving seat at the beginning of the day, they contrived to lose 6-0. Let’s be havin’ you lot back in a year’s time ;-)