It comes to something when you can't wait for the last game of the season. Not to celebrate the end of a glorious campaign but more to get it over with. I dare say that there will be much gnashing of teeth and vocalised despair in The Che after the final whistle. The problem being that any optimism about next season will be firmly kept in a holding pattern awaiting clearance via the use of Chequebook. Oh well let's hope that at least the sun shines and that they don't run out of beer.
But here's something that has the right sentiment but will make you feel good:
I've had enough