Forza Italia by Paddy Agnew was a good read. I really liked the Maradona and Ibrahimovic autobiographies too, right pair of dickheads but with the charisma and ability to carry it off.
Seconded.
I think it is an offence, but this one was more a smoke bomb that you can get in a joke shop than a flare or anything pyrotechnic. The stewards and police all noticed it and just left it be at least.
One slight redeeming thing about the weeny contract is that we've got a manager who is enough of a coup that he can call the shots. It could easily backfire on us, but I'm still pleasantly surprised he even considered a team peering at League Two.