After Monday's game I've become a figure of pity whenever the subject of football comes up at work. "You never know, you might stay up," the Man Utd fan offered in consolation. "I can't see Hull winning again and the Scousers have dropped a few points at home."
"I don't know," laughed the Villa supporter from the queue for last-minute photocopies, "even Owen thinks you'll get stuffed."
"Yeah, well if we do he'll probably end up playing for you next season," I replied. His smile disappeared. "I fucking hope not."