22nd September, 2013I was out in Shyton town centre with Tommy, who had been sent out to get the cheapest pizza he could find. He was dressed in a shell suit that looked like it had been specially transported from 1980s Liverpool. Tommy had already been to a number of new pizzerias and discovered that they didn’t offer any combos, when he finally plumped for a frozen double pack ham and cheese pizza from the supermarket. He was growling but it wasn’t through his mouth. We passed an upmarket bistro, ‘The Fat Mongrel’, where we spotted most of his teammates dining out.
Inside the bistro having a lavish dinner and a joyous time (despite the fact that Juan had just been sacked and that an important league cup game was just a couple of days away), were Dwayne, Cheryl – who sat adjacent to Ronn
