Today is dedicated to JURGEN!
I will start with some terrible news. Pete's van is sick. :(
Today was meant to be the day that I destroyed Jacko at tennis however the monsoon rain postponed it. My prediction is 6-0 6-0 6-1. Purely 6-1 cause I would give him a game at the end.
Pre season training is now in full swing. Pete has retired from fitness duties and handed it to Callum. Last week was painful but this week... Well. Anyway before all that was making saves. In the first couple of sessions I can safely say I was cooking on calor gas. Whitby was flying left and right as if he was drinking red bull. Then it was off to callum and after last week I was genuinely scared of doing the fitness and after watching everyone else it didn't really help my fears. It was a mix of shuttle sprints, squat thrusts, knees to chest and punishments. The last placed team had to do punishments and I always seemed to do the punishments except the one that we had to do 15 marine press ups. When I got home I tried one and immediately regretted saying I would do 50 marine press ups if I'm not on top form on Thursday. It was murder. I could barely stand up. Then I went over for more goalkeeping and I couldn't see. I had black spots and fuzzyness. I got in the clubhouse for a well earned toastie and made our way home. Mark Mcendrick ran out of petrol outside a petrol station that was shut which is pretty bitter so Pete went to pick him up and get him some petrol from somewhere else. Then I went home.
The ashes started today. I hope the is rain for every single day it is on. So then the ashes doesn't happen. It ruins everything. Sky Sports News is now vandalized with ashes updates and all kinds of useless ashes facts. I don't care who wins. Its not even a sport. It is a game for the upper classes. Like hunting. I hate it hate it hate it.

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