I'm now living in the land of sunshine and strange pouchy animals, where the flies are so big and numerous that one of them could easily pick Yardley up..... and missing shitey midweek nights at the field of broken dreams, and especially the free pre-match pies at the Alamo. I'm predicting a 3-1 with a brace for the Thommohawk and a long range piledriver from Kenny Kenny ( dreams are ten a penny )