7 am I just don’t have an appetite for my frosties this morning. I mean how can I be expected to eat when there is such an obvious conspiracy against me? I’ve done some more investigating and it’s worse than I first thought. It appears FIFA have infiltrated my defence, offering them free tickets to the Champion’s League final if they don’t tackle Messi when he gets the ball. It’s the only logical explanation for his two goals against us.
12 pm Just finished telling the kids how special I am in time for lunch. After spending a morning throwing darts at that photo of Pep I put up in the garage I’m pretty hungry now. I can’t believe he pulled my chair away when I tried to sit down at our last news conference. He won’t be expecting my sneak attack wet willy at the Nou Camp though!
7 pm I’m taking Ronaldo out for dinner again tonight. Poor sod just can’t get over being second best to that little Argentine. I keep telling him to keep his head up, I mean he’s got the best coach the world has ever seen - what more could he need?
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