Then he looks back at the niggergirl, who is on her feet, clapping and shaking her tail. Look at me, he thinks. Look at me, Barbara. I want to be the last thing you ever see.

He has the mistaken idea that he is a lap dog, and loves to be nursed, especially by ladies, but eighty-five pounds on your lap is no joke, and he can never understand why he gets turfed off.

The police don't know him, and the information they have leads them to think he could possibly have murdered his wife.

It became the toughest of watches – the kind that England’s supporters have endured more times than they care to mention over the years.