Merry Christmas!

Despite making light work of 4 bottles of Sauvignon Blanc with Mrs. McDanger last night, then seemingly cracking open a fifth and barely sniffing it (as you do), I still woke up at 6am this morning. Why? It's Christmas Day for me.

It happens every year. After 3 months of rest and relaxation, my weekend sleep cycle somehow knows to flip the switch and wake me up at the crack of dawn (she's still lovely by-the-way). Even at 43 years old it still hasn't changed. Living abroad for 15 years and rarely being able to attend games hasn't made a scrap of difference either. Nothing does. Bolton Wanderers have a game today and I'll never be any different.

Despite being bitterly disappointed about relegation over the Summer, it made me realize that it really doesn't matter to me what division we're in. I'll still spend hours each day trawling NewsNow, Sky Sports, BBC Sport and a superabundance of Wanderers related blogs for any tiny crumb of useless information I can find. Hell, I even still entertain Click Lancashire in the hope that one day they'll deliver something that I don't know. Unlikely I know but I'm all for giving everyone chance.

Well, if any of you are lucky enough to be going to the game I'm very jealous - there is nowhere I'd rather be today. Make some noise for the boys and help them bring home 3 points, gift-wrapped preferably.

Have a good day lads. Disagreements apart (I'll save my only gripe for another time), I'm sure we're all hoping for the same outcome today. If it doesn't work out as well as we'd hoped, at least we won't have so long to wait for the next game.

Anyhow, my boys are stirring and will be up and asking for the iPad any minute now. I may let them use it this morning. Christmas spirit and all that!