Who better to exploit weakness than creator

HOLA, MUCHACHOS. I spent the second international week in Barcelona, taking in the obligatory tour of Camp Nou since we might not get a competitive chance for a while.

You can take the boy out of Liverpool etc. The tour passed through the away dressing room with TV screens displaying the all-time greats who, erm, got dressed there.

Gary Neville? Gary fecking Neville? And no Steven Gerrard. If there’d been a grape handy I’d have happily crushed it.