Relax. Christmas is almost here. Like you, I've been spending the week feigning excitement over horrendous Xmas Parties and blaming sprouty flatulence on the office hounds. But I've still found time to knock together a hangover-beating mini-selection of footballers on a pitch in Rowley Lane 8pm that's guaranteed to beat a re-watch of The Spy Who Loved Me. Though if you check out the girls from last night, I'll understand if you'd rather spend the day masturbating yourself into a nerdy frenzy. See you on Monday if not 2018!
Soccerette Anyone???