Just as I thought it would be time to get myself down to the beach again with ye olde surfboard, it goes and rains. WTF? It's almost June and that hardly ever happens in this neck of the woods. Could that bloke up in the sky with the big, white robe and even bigger white beard be shedding some tears over Manure's oncoming demise? Next year they'll need a trophy, otherwise they'll be forced to wear potato sacks (though cut elegantly at the sleeves).
Meanwhile, the all-conquering Israel national team have turned into temporary Essex-boys, what with their stay in Colchester while they prepare for the World Cup qualifier with Ireland at the weekend. As the Irish will include Roy Keane, we all want Israel to win, don't we? And with the season well and truly over, how hard is it to get motivated for this game?
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...not if you're Irish (or Irish-American), you're not!
I'm willing to forgive anyone for the length of time that they're in a green shirt.