Forget the Mancs, King Kenny’s got us buzzing

I CAN take the despair, it’s the hope I can’t stand. If I had a euro for each time I’ve heard John Cleese’s ‘Clockwise’ quip, I’d have €4.50 by now.

Not about U****d’s n*nt**nth, oh no. As soon as Webb’s glistening cranium dazzled the Chelsea defence into submission, everyone in this neck of the woods knew all optimism was a hideous hoax.

I’m talking about the wretched form of City and Spurs and now a fresh batch of fantasy was being dangled in front of our salivating hordes.