Alan Pickard
06:43 AM. Dog’s crying for a piss. I didn't even want a dog, we got one for the kids. They'll walk him she said. Here I am, sat in the garden at 06:53 AM considering today’s plans, thoughts of Michael Higdon lunging into an ill-advised tackle, of Leon Clarke sidefooting one in from 25 yards with his left peg, of a certain young Senegalese ta…
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