In Sierra Leone last year there was just the two of us hanging out of a helicopter and, when we were in Bosnia, I drove an armoured vehicle, thousands of miles.

Except for the sound of the rain, on the road, on the roofs, on the umbrella, there was absolute silence: only the dying moan of the sirens continued for a moment or two to vibrate within the ear. It seemed to Scobie later that this was the ultimate border he had reached in happiness: being in darkness, alone, with the rain falling, without love or pity.

We were so bad last year, the cheerleaders stayed home and phoned in the cheers.

Don't forget this club nearly went out of extinction last year.

I'd like to see us improving on what we had last year.

No one else will really care, but I missed the wars in Sierra Leone and Liberia. Also the war in Chechnya.