Saturday cannot come soon enough. I've got a free pass from the family to watch football from our kick off through to final score - accompanied by beer, lots of beer. So in an ideal world, we draw at Saints, with some entertaining football, which injects some jeopardy into the day, which gives me a pass to watch the Hull game which they lose 16-0 and then it's time to get completely mullered and into a state that prevents me from being trusted to bathe infants. Then roll on an FA cup win, megabucks new owners and the brightest future villa have had since I cannot remember when. If Carlsberg did Saturdays.