Not right as rain in cycle as old as the seasons

IT NEVER rains but it pours, so they say. Whilst our woes could hardly be called torrential and a flood warning would be hysterical in the extreme, there is a tiny yet discernible trickling around the ankles.

You half expect Rafa to sing a bar or two of that miserable Travis song at every press conference nowadays.

He’ll be starting his own scapegoat farm soon. Moaning about another international break raised eyebrows skywards. Not this nonsense again, we thought. Then Torres tore something or other — in a training session for added ire — and we all joined in on harmonies and percussion.