With Roy gone, the focus turns to Torres

BETTER late (even six months late) than never. Hodgson and Liverpool, strawberries and creme de menthe, Russ Abbott and Elvis Costello.

Someone finally cottoned on and it was a minuscule mill town that witnessed the coup de grace.

Despite the drivel he’s spouted and the eyeball-pummelling ‘football’ he’s overseen, you could feel little but pity for Roy in that final week.