IT WASN’T supposed to be an interesting week. The Cardiff Cup held few surprises, despite one giant disappointment in the loss of Sissoko.

DID you ever pretend you were a rock star in your bedroom as a kid? Pick up a tennis racket and whirl your arm like Pete Townshend? I broke a thousand light bulbs that way.

I WONDER why we never talk about the lucky Liverpool teams, just the successful ones.

TIME to delete those panic (sorry, PANIC!) headlines. For a week or so at least.

SO a player can now get his transfer by threatening to make mistakes or score own goals?

GETTING politics out of sport is like draining oil out of sand. You’d be better off taking preventative action to stop it getting there in the first place.

SO WHAT’S on today’s menu then? Main course is a steaming plateful of “shut the fuck up” while dessert is a large helping of humble pie.

LIVERPOOL is like that old horror film: the guy wakes up after what he thinks is a bad dream and everything during the day resembles his nightmare.