Its still cold in Berlin. Bright, sunny at times, but colder than… cold places. Berlin’s in the east. So east it could almost be in Poland. A notoriously cold place. But at this time in the great scheme of history, Berlin is not in Prussia, its not part of the Hapsburg Empire, nothing to do with the Austro-Hungarian alliance, but Germany. Tomorrow? Who knows.

Yet due to a fantastic modern invention, even though we’re millions of miles (so it would seem) from either Wembley or even Bournemouth, I am able, at the flick of a finger across my phone, find out the latest of football scores that are happening all the way over there. Its a miracle. Due to the vast mileage involved, the BBC site is on a few minute delay from reality, but as I’m permanently about 2 hours, 36 miles and at least 2 dimensions from any sort of reality, it suits me fine.

So yesterday, as we relaxed at ‘Rachie’s Place’ warming up (the biggest pastime in Berlin), I could follow my boys as they breezed past poor Everton with aplomb. And a Son. Harry Kane has now scored more goals in any month ending in a ‘Z’ than any other striker with a surname eligible for the D-J phone book. He’s scored more in a lunar calendar year than anyone in Africa. So he scored a couple more yesterday. And I was watching on the news at Zidane during Real’s 1-0 loss to Villareal that he was putting Harry’s number into his phone. Because they need a proper goalscorer at the Bernabau more than ever.

Chelsea drew 0-0 at home against 10-man Leicester. Which firstly made me very happy and secondly made me wonder how Conte can be so smug and arrogant about Morinho when his own team are positively shit? At the moment.

And then Arsenal went to Bournemouth. Who are, to no surprise really, floundering near the bottom of the table. Bournemouth, whose whole team, if sold, could buy one half of Alexi Sanchez’ left foot. But my joy of Arsenal’s loss today is not just due to deep hatred and terrible resentment of our north London rivals. Like it usually is. Today its because the fight for the top 4 places is closer than its ever been. And we need to be well ahead of the Goons. And now we are. How long this will last I have no idea, but I’m lovin’ it right now.

Happy Sunday evening. Coming home tomorrow.

A xxxx