There will be minor running around, mainly for posing purposes, then we'll go have a drink, for posing purposes. And the best move of the match was when I pretended to have enough and walk off the pitch, thereby cunningly losing my defender at a corner and narrowly missing making contact with the ball for what would have been a brilliant left-fotted volley, but ended up with a fresh-air swipe and me skidding along the ground on my back. Would have been so good. Was shit.