The return of the King doesn’t ease my fears

WILL you turn off those damned alarm bells? Some of our lads are trying to sleep.

Shall I tell you how I spent Saturday? Hoping Wolves wouldn’t equalise against City and wondering whether Wigan or Fulham presented the greater threat to our survival hopes.

I’m serious. I’ve always erred on the side of chronic caution, even in good times. I once continued a goal superstition until the 80th minute against York. We’d already scored seven.