In the final minutes, our «coach» finally got a red card and went to the locker room, having had time to «talk» to their assistant manager on the way. In general, Iron Mikey's coaching debut went off quite well and even though the score remained nil-nil, the fans really liked the match. It was all particularly touching.

I prayed all through the second half that my charge wouldn't get his legs blown off and that he wouldn't respond to one of their racist defenders. Thank all the gods, Fabrice managed to hold off and only got one yellow card, and it seemed that he stayed on his feet after the match without any assistance.

On Monday, Harris gathered everyone together for a farewell dinner. I had expected him to do it somewhere like in a good old English pub or a Chinese eatery, but the old man surprised everyone and arranged for them to close Le Gavroche which had two Michelin Stars.

Most of the boys were dressed in tuxedos, not all of them mind you but many. If you had seen Johnny Martin in a suit or Iron Mikey in a shirt with cufflinks, I'm sure you wouldn't have been able to sleep for a long time afterwards. Personally I don't think I've ever eaten so much cheese in my life. Surprisingly, everything happened with decorum and ended up being very decent.