By the Lord Harry, greetings Mr Morris.

I trust that you and all my old chums are hale, hearty and in good health.
What a season sir, what a season indeed.
We shall be joining you next season, after having spent the thick end off 200 million (which we didn't have) in expectation of grabbing the 17th spot.
Alas sir, we are where we deserve to be.

No matter Mr Morris, no matter indeed, for I long for the days whereby I can watch my team compete against evenly matched teams.
For I have seen the promised land of the premiership sir.....it promised little, and delivered even less.

Still sir, what are we if not men?......we stand tall sir, and face Carlos Kickaball with stoic resolve.

I hold football chairmen in the same regard as all under the age of 30 Mr Morris.
A sound thrashing fortnightly, and an ice cold shower every morning at 6AM.....it would be the making of the buggers sir.

By God sir......it's good to be back.