Friday morning and a particuarly nasty journey in (6 near misses, 6 road-rages, all in one really bad bit of driving by me) and by the time I got into work I was desperate for a rest.

I made myself scarce in the office, opened a few big files out over my desk and rested my eyes. Roig had hardly been heard of around the place. I hadn't expected him to say well done for the Murcia game but I was starting to miss my little run-ins with him. No-one was clear what was going on but the most common rumour was that someone had made a bid for the club and he didn't want to sell. Then again there were plenty of people who just said he was a grumpy son-of-a-bitch.

I was startled awake at 11am by my phone ringing, it was Lucy.

"hey, how's it going?" she asked

"busy babe, pretty hectic here today" I lied, moving the mouse to ged rid of the screensaver.

"let me guess, the police have found more of our stuff in Peru"

"close, Portugal"

"good grief Luce, our stolen stuff has travelled more than we have"

"oh, and another thing, Mark just turned up here"

The guy was definatly running a risk. Almeria had easily found out Mark was the one who had dropped him in it and I was surprised he had come within 500 miles of Spain.

Meanwhile the players were out on the pitches training. Bruno had apparently asked Ruben if I was going to join them again today...that was all the convincing I needed to keep me firmly in my office.

As the day wore on my boredom got the better of me and I began to install a pc game onto my computer. I went out to the coke machine and returned to see some Spanish corrupt message on the monitor complete with what looked like files being deleted. I recognized the word 'fatal' on the screen and decided to walk away from the whole mess by going to watch the youth squad train.

We had an away trip to Valladolid on the Sunday and Ruben and I had already decided that we were going to make a couple of changes to keep players fresh. Confidence was really high and we had every expectation of another victory like Wednesdays.

At the end of the day I made my way across the car park and saw Roig heading towards his car. I decided to make a change in direction to avoid the guy when I became aware of a fan, wearing a Villareal shirt with 'Riquelme' on the back, running towards him. I ran over to them both but by the time I'd got there the fan had pushed Roig against the wall and was about to land a punch.

Now Roig is a bit of a monster but at that moment he looked nothing more than a terrified old man.

I managed to grab the guys arm just before it connected with Roig's cowering face. Dragging the guy to the floor as he swore and spat, I held him down on the tarmac until others arrived. The police were on the scene quickly and took him away.

Roig stood waiting for it all to conclude. he looked pretty shaken.

"I want to thank you eh? you are perhaps a good man after all"

He got into his car, reversed it back into the bumper of Bruno's jeep before moving off, just as the rain began to fall.

The evening was spent at Pablo's with Lucy and Mark, laughing about the good times we'd had back in England.