Once again, City's defending was clownish. James McArthur drove into the area on the left and pulled a low cross towards the far post, where the horribly timid Gaël Clichy allowed Perch to bundle the ball past Costel Pantilimon.

This collector explained how as a young boy he dove for the balls when thrown into the stands at the knothole section.

This multilingual grunter would fit right in, as red, white and blue as a telephone solicitor hyping penny stocks to shutin geriatrics.

There was a great fyer in the chamber, the wether was colde, and I saw now and then a Bishop come out;