The Culture Club and the Crazy Gang now one and the same

I caught a television programme during the week about football’s greatest upsets and, it surely goes without saying, I drank deep and enjoyed it immensely.

Few things are more exquisitely pleasurable in sport, nay, in life, than seeing giants laid low. Of course, it was the slow but remorseless passage of time which ultimately did for the king of kings, Ozymandias, rather than, say, the upstart spirit of plucky non-league minnows.

(Although, come to think of it, those lines by the boy Shelley about the frown, the wrinkled lip and the sneer of cold command could have been penned to describe the shattered visage of Jose after Man U lost to Huddersfield last week, no?).