I haven't spoken to David O'Leary for two years and he has barely crossed my mind during that time.
So why, last night, did I dream that I was weeding David O'Leary's garden?
Good morning ladies and gentlemen. Edgbaston is bathed in sunlight and all is set fair for what will hopefully be a cracking final day's play.
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It happens. I once had a dream I was doing Jo Venglos's hoovering.
Posted by Offside Frank | June 2, 2007 1:39 PM
Posted on June 2, 2007 13:39