Winter weather brings more woe to poor old Woy

CAN we just say climate change from now on? From where I’m sitting, snowed into a freezing flat watching pensioners fall on their arse (there’s nothing on telly), Global Warming is as funny a joke as the ‘Football’ in LFC right now.

Saturday’s cancellation makes this column something of a cerebral exercise, as I attempt to evoke my days of reading Sartre and wallowing in vast, empty nothingness.

So, the Utrecht game... we’re through, and of course that’s all peachy. My colleagues will be waxing far more lyrically about their February challenges, that irritable Scouse jealousy became more acute last Friday.