Completely bonkers !!!!! I've had three days totally immersed in football and it's been great. Mrs T (the wife not the former prime minister) cannot fathom how I can sit for hours on end pressing the refresh button on the BBC website to hear the latest transfer deadline day news. Now for those of you who don't know me my club is Manchester City, but my weekend has taken in so much more. Let me tell you about it.


My boy (he's 8) is a Watford fan, so we took advantage of the special family offer, £10 for me £1 for him. We arrived just in time for kickoff, but as he wanted a coke and I wanted a tea, we actually missed Mart Poom's fluffed clearance to gift Ipswich the first goal. As we took our seats it became clear that Watford weren't at the races. It seemed their biggest challenge was finding another yellow shirt with a pass. You know things are bad when your son prefers watching a pigeon fly over. All games need something to get them going. In this game it was some awful refereeing decisions. Watford were denied a clear penalty and all of a sudden the game got interesting. Half time 0-1 to Ipswich. The boy was reminding me that they never win when we go. Have faith my son !!!

I don't know what Aidy Boothroyd said at half time but a different Watford emerged. All of a sudden Ipswich were under pressure. The assorted Hertfordshire wildlife was no longer the main attraction. Watford get a corner. Goal - Eustace. Now they really upped the ante. Substitute John-Joe O'Toole started linking up with Tommy Smith. Watford started to play. A shot in from the right, keeper fumbles, O'Toole pounces 2-1. In truth it should have been four or five. The crowd break into "There's only one John-Joe". The boy asks "What will they sing if Watford sign another John-Joe". "They won't there's only one". A quick pint for me and a lemonade and a bag of crisps for the boy at the Irish club where we parked and off we go, happy as Larry.

On to Sunday and over to Finchley Catholic High School. They organise an annual 5 a side tournament to promote the Albanians (their old boys club) on the schools Astro pitches. We turned up to play, our team was probably older than the other 7 teams put together. Played 3, lost 3, Goals for 0, Goals against 4. Thoroughly enjoyable. As we'd mistakenly thought it was a vets tournament (over 35's) we weren't too gutted though. Hat's off to Finchley for a great tournament, in spite of the Weather. The Old boys team are constantly looking for players, so if you fancy a game, check them out.

On to today. As I commented, Mrs T doesn't understand my love of the game. As she's hoovering I punch the air - "Yesssss" I exclaim. "Whats up?" she asks? "City have been bought by rich Arabs, we're now the richest club in the world" I say. She retorts "Thats nice".

Half an hour later I shriek "Superb". "What now?" she asks. City have bid "£30 Million for Berbatov". "That's nice" she replies.

An hour later "Yes, Spurs have accepted the bid". "Thats nice". Then her friend calls, I overhear her say "Roger isn't himself. He got really excited because some team might have bought some player I've never heard of, he keeps saying that'll show them. I don't know who upset him".

I try and explain. She looks at the screen - on the BBC Sports text service "17.16 -Newcastle are re-signing Jean-Alain Boumsong and Titus Bramble. How on earth can that be interesting? I know you'd watch two three legged dogs kicking a ball round the park, but any more of this and I'm off" She says.

She then reads this blog. "Why can't you write something interesting in your blog, like Carron Kemp. People like her blog, people like reading about babies"