Away form will make or break season

WHEN Fernando Torres glided past 12,000 Kopites to celebrate with family in the Main Stand instead, the odd grouchy old coot (who, me?) might have been tempted to frown upon such ignorance.

I believe my exact words were “you know what, son, you do whatever the hell you want”.

Genius is never expected to pay the same toll mere mortals do. Anyone with a shred of leftist tendency will balk at such Nietzschean musings, but I’m afraid that’s the way of the world. Especially when that incomparable talent has been so sorely missed.