Without question one of the hardest parts about being out here in Spain has been the language. I still couldn't understand what most people were saying to me but I was actually grateful for that as Roig set his fury upon me for a good hour on the Monday morning.

For the first ten minutes I was putting up with it, the throwing of things, the in-your-face swearing (he smelt of booze and it was only 10am) but after a while I was getting bored. Everytime I went to speak he cut me off and went at me again in Spanish.

Now I kinda thought that saving him from that maniac fan might have put me in his good books for a while but it seems like a whole lot of rage was all coming out on me.

Afterwards Isabel told me not to take it personally, he was a man with a lot on his mind at the moment and if it hadn't been me then it would have been someone else taking it.

The players had been called together to watch the dvd of the Valladolid match. It was not a pretty sight, never had a team looked so lazy. But how could I be angry when all the way through the dvd there was me, stood like a confused nutter waving my arms around on the touchline?

We all agreed to put the whole experience behind us and prepare ourselves for the challenges ahead.

I popped into the physio room where the numbers now were worryingly building up

Tommasson, Senna and now Santi Cazorla. Any more and we were in trouble.

I went back to my office, forgetting that I'd left my PC with the blue screen of death. I called reception to let them know the bad news and was told that I had to let Roig know first....I thought I would wait a little before that.

We had the return leg with Anorthosi on Thursday which meant a welcome rest for some of the first team and a chance to prove themselves to some of the others. Roig, in a rare moment of clarity suggested that we fly out on the Tuesday to get used to the heat and bond as a team. He obviously still didn't understand the trouble this lot get into when they have some freedom.

As I headed for my car at the end of the day the sports channel was on the TV in the club cafe. Various staff had huddled round to watch so I stood at the back wondering what was going on. Of course most of it was in Spanish until they cut to a middle aged man in a white suit and a big wide brimmed hat.

"yeah siree...what you say is true...I wanna invest in this soccer business, it looks pretty neat. This Vill-err-roool franchise looks like something I would be happy to add to my portfolio...I'd very much like Mr Roig to sit down with me and talk about business"

Well, that would explain things. You could say it was his own fault. He had got himself involved with the US market and Jozy Altadore's arrival from the MLS in January seemed like a marketing dream for any American looking for a club as a toy.

The fans wouldn't go for it and it seemed Roig wouldn't either.

I got in the car and headed home, thinking of how I'm going to keep my team out of trouble for 3 days in Cyprus.