The blog may go quiet for a few days. In the summer I went in search of Mido, journeying down the Nile to locate the whereabouts of the buxom Egyptian in order to remove the curse he placed upon the club when we declined to offer him a contract. And tomorrow I'm heading out to Romania to go shopping with Florin Raucioiu and to hunt down Abraham Van Helsing, hoping to establish the exact type and size of stake needed to drive through the heart of the undead Allardyce.
With good fortune, I will be able to evade the clutches of the minions of Count (a surplus 'o' there methinks) Allardyce and may even be able to relay messages via what ever form of rudimentary internet connection they have out there. We will see.
If you never hear from me again, you will know the dreadful truth about Allardyce. There are rumours of a coffin sized box of damp earth kept in the bowels of the Boleyn and it may be no coincidence that the guy followed hot on the heels of the Undertaker into the manager's office at West Ham, ordering all mirrors to be removed from the building as soon as he was through the door.
It doesn't bode well that the Wolves are howling on the eve of my flight but I will trust to God and do everything in my power to locate said Abraham Van Helsing. It may be too late to save us from another season in the Championship but we could yet save the club's soul!