E I E I E I O
What a month for the lads. Yes, we lost a match, but we're confirmed to be in the N-Power League 1 next season and we're the first team in the whol of England to be promoted, this season. Brilliant.
I'd got a call from Lord Triesman on the 23rd. He was delighted with the promotion, and recent results, and has injected £19.75m into the club's accounts. Brilliant.
The squad's morale was better than ever, and Jordan Spence and Ryan Noble have been doing superb at their respective loan sides. Brilliant.
The loss to Southend was a bit of a downer, but no-one cared. I was planning on giving the lads holiday as soon as we finished the season; they'd be delighted with that. Particularly Victor Moses; he was starting to get rowdy.
I lay back, early that morning, remembering Steve Gatting was taking training this morning. Superb stuff, and I'd planned everything out. Have a nice sleep, get the cook to whip me up an omelette and have a read of Jenson Button's autobiography; I'm a big fan of Formula 1.
As I went down stairs I went to pick up the post. It was all the usual; but there was one without a stamp on. "How did it get here?" I wondered to myself. I opened it, and inside in dark red, italic writing it said:
Remember.