Job well done — just don’t mention Gallas

I LOVE the first game of the season — it’s like the first day back at school. Everyone with their new clothes, sporting holiday tans, excited about the new season — some forever optimistic, some forever pessimistic (me).

Getting to the pub early to secure the usual spot (only to find that it wasn’t open at midday on the dot). The short walk to the ground, chatting to the same stewards that you’ve been greeting every week for decades. The smell of burgers and fried onions. That first glimpse of the pitch. You just can’t beat it.

Winning on the opening day of the season is just an added bonus.