I fully understand how ridiculous it is that grown adults should get excited about fantasy football but for me it’s one of my great escapist pleasures. The league that I’m in has now been going for 15 seasons during which we, as a group of individuals, have gone through all that life is likely to deal a group of middle aged people. Throughout it all though we continue to meet up, argue and look to win the bragging rights bestowed by what happens on the pitch to “our” players. You see the way we run our league means that we have an auction at the start of the season where you have to bid for your squad of 15 players – so if you really want Van Persie then you best be prepared to pay through the nose for him. Treading the line between getting good players and a balanced squad of 15 is a tricky business. Preparation is everything as is holding your nerve in the auction. Once your squad is in place you end up watching or listening to your football through the prism of who is scoring points for you. I’m prepping this afternoon for tomorrows Xmas auction where we can change our squad and hopefully buy the players that will give the final push for the title and I’m strangely looking into the form of Allen and Hoolihan to see if they would be better bets than Petrov – it’s a weird thing. While I’m doing this I’m of course listening to the radio and hoping for goals from Balotelli, Aguero, Ramsey and Walcott ! Can they take me to my 5th title and the bragging rights once more? Like most things that we do though it is the lasting friendships and sociability that we have as a group that is what matters most and I can’t wait to see everyone tomorrow. Now Hoolihan or Allen ?