4-0.
Just let that scoreline roll around your tongue like a melting chocolate Maltezer, spreading that sweet, malty satisfaction in its wake....
4-0.
It's almost sexual.
4-0.
That's what Liverpool did to Real Madrid last night.
I know it's not anything to do with my book but hey, it's my Blog, right?
Right Reg.
Nice...
4-0.

Mmmmmm, I feel all warm and toasty now.
Time for bed.

Reg :-)