It's the ultimate Sunday of Winter 08/09 and with only a gnat's chuff between Fat-Boy and Brett, there's everything to play for - well actually there's Jack Shit to play for as Nance has contrived to leave the trophy at home. Cutie-Cutie is with the kids, Tate has a dodgy knee and all bar Brett are still stiff from Sandwell Park.

Added to which Fat-Boy is still pissed which means that Paddy Power starts laying off money on the Fat-Boy as he's generally at his most dangerous with a hangover. Brett's performance up the 1st (actually the 18th) emphasises the point. 

Fat-Boy, accompanied by Turbo and Mr. Grumpy - whose Friday form has completely disappeared, somehow contrive to take the front 9 by 5 points and Fat-Boy's nnnnnineteen is looking ominous.

