Dear God, there is a noise inside that coffin! There are fingers scratching against the wood. Is that the sound of a fist banging ever so gently?
Beware the Undertaker's half time talk. Beware a Birmingham second half fight back. Beware a shot count of 10 to Wigan already.
Beware the glow worm glimmer of hope, for inside every kernel of hope is the reality of despair.
Is there noise inside the coffin? Just watch Fate bury us under six feet of sods regardless!