The Rooney story develops a little more today, with the player himself confirming that he does in fact intend to leave, citing United's lack of ambition as a reason. It's already starting to sound more like angling for an improved contract - but there's a definite sense that he's burning an awful lot of bridges here.
K is swimming tonight so I have another early-part-of-the-evening session spent in front of the telly and the laptop. Spurs are playing Inter at the San Siro, on ITV, so I stick this on in the background. Not planning to pay the game much attention, it soon grabs me as Tottenham find themselves 3-0, and a goalkeeper, down after only 15 minutes. This looks like being Spurs' rude, proper welcome to the Champions League - especially when the hosts make it 4-0 before half time. Properly dominated and out of their depth, not to mention down to ten men, the game looks like heading for a record thumping.
As it happens, though, Inter fail to score again - and in the final half an hour a heroic solo performance from Gareth Bale sees Spurs pull the score back to 4-3. A flattering scoreline, in terms of the abject first half display, but a thrilling end to a very enjoyable game.
I also watch the new series of Never Mind the Buzzcocks out of the corner of my eye - this week guest hosted by Mark Ronson, the transatlantic supposed "genius" music producer. The man has literally no charisma and the sight of him attempting to read jokes off an autocue is grating. I wouldn't mind if the music he produced was anything other than charmless, pretentious bollocks.
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