Come on you Iron Thanks to a mate my son and I now have a ticket each for the Scunthorpe match. I told my boy earlier and he gave me a rousing rendition of "Sooooper, Super Al," brought a tear to my eye it did. He then hesitated before asking me if Pardew was still our manager - I guess that's what happens when you witness three in your first season of being a fully fledged Addick.

My son will be spending 2 weeks with me in Chicago before we fly back to London on the Thursday night before the opening game. *taps temple with forefinger for being so organised* So our own pre-season should be very enjoyable indeed.

I'm averaging a paltry 4 games a season live since I've lived in the States. Not particularly good but tainted by previously coming home and preferring to see my son down in Kent than go to a game. Well, it's a new world now as my boy wants to go at every opportunity, so with more games, and with tickets likely to be more available, I'm hoping for an increase in that average this season.

I am well over my disappointment now of being relegated. Watching the so corrupt its laughable Thaksin Shinawatra take control of Man City, Jamie Carragher, someone I previously admired, whining about his England opportunities, Francis Jeffers turning his nose up at Ipswich's nightlife (7k a week clearly not enough!) and the whole Tevez fiasco, Scunthorpe at home in the fizzy's cannot come quick enough.  ¶ 16:39