With every day my excitement builds.

Earlier I sprang from beneath the bedsheets then skipped down the stairs. It was as if I was floating on air.

At this rate when Saturday comes I may be unable to stop myself from breakdancing and vigorously twerking my way through the living room and kitchen before switching the kettle on.

Bookmakers' odds suggest mid-table mediocrity is in store, but in super Stevie Morison we trust.