So there we were, getting excited because Montano had been recalled from loan, coinciding with the return of Bentley to Tottenham. Surely Doctor Evil had spotted the boy's potential and decided he was the answer to all our problems? But a couple of days later, and Montano is shipped off down the M4 to Swindon!
What has the poor lad done to upset Allardyce? Nottingham is one thing; but Swindon? Dear God, did he come all the way from Colombia to end up in Swindon? Suddenly the back streets of downtown Bogota must have a strange appeal! Sure you run the risk of being shot by drugs warlords but anything has to be better than the town whose only claims to fame are a mini magic roundabout (Hemel's is much more impressive) and a railway station that was the first ever to host refreshment rooms.
So it seems that Montano can look forward to heady nights of a big booted Florence and her pet dog Dougal eating stale British Rail sarnies whilst Di Canio blows his top because his charges continue to make him look stupid.
Look at the time Christian. 7pm in Swindon? Time for bed!