Walking across Williamson Square yesterday was a giggle. First there's always the few yards where you have to fart as much as you can/hold your breath/cross your fingers/your own manoeuvre whilst you pass their megastore, but then on one of the market stalls the most prominent scarf was one entitled "The Magnificent Seven" with seven Viet Cong managers lined up together in the form of the heroes from said western. The last on the right was Klopp. My wife said "that's wrong, they've missed out Hodgson and Brenda." Both of whom won as many trophies as Das Beaut whilst at the Pit.