The Game may well be quiet for the next week as I go in search of Mido. After very careful analysis, it has dawned on me that our relegation had nothing to do with Zola, Avram or the Dildo Boys. The truth of the matter is that Mido brought with him the curse of Tutankhamun and our only hope of reversing our fortunes is to bring the overweight Egyptian back to Upton Park for a ritual sacrifice.
And so it is that I am risking life and limb, cruising the Nile for seven nights and eight days, desperately seeking Mido. If I can access the internet, I will update on my progress and the fortunes of West Ham Wanderers but otherwise, all the best until my return!