Spent the morning on Skype with Sir Alex, soothing his broken heart with some of the most gorgeous Portuguese Fado music you'll ever
A few plucks of a steel guitar string with my long, sensational fingers can relax that man into a state of almost catotonic splendour.
At one point I let out a mournful, guttural yelp. It was staggeringly poignant, but it basically sounded like I was just shouting "Aguero!"
Sir Alex flashed me a look as cold & damning as Baroness Warsi's muff. I was cocooned in a terror both ethereal, and very, very real.
As quick as a whip, Big Sam launches into 'La Bamba' and a possible situation is pulled back from the brink of disaster.
All that remained was friendship, smiles, togetherness and a melodic & spiritual harmony you can't buy. Not with all the money in Abu Dhabi.