Stress' preview...

The waiting's nearly over. You've waded through the rag bag of assorted drivel which passes as sport over the last couple of weeks - Vettel confirming that he is even more dangerously arrogant than the darling Schumacher, Montenegro suddenly realising that the England midfield is populated by winded carthorses, England's cricket team heroically scraping a draw against a team they should have thumped, Trapattoni finally realising that Sammon's footballing skills are those of an out-of-balance washing machine - and it's been hellishly frustrating. You've probably even struggled with the possibility that Fawaz is either richer than God or as mad as a trapped bluebottle, or any of the pointless concerns that boredom spawns.

The only thing that matters, at least in sport, is happening on Saturday, at the City Ground, when Nottingham Forest meet Hove Albion, in the most important match in the world. Everything else, as Old Uncle Boff used to say, is horsemeat.