First is first, and second is nowhere

Fernando's first booking was harsh and I didn't see too much in the second so I don't know what he did to be honest. I'm gutted we lost such a late winner. When we equalised to make it 2-2, we were the better team but the sending off changed the game.

We were hopeless in the first-half, nowhere near our best and insipid, but better in the second-half and it was more like a Cup-tie and I thought we might just nick a goal to win it.

Victor just didn't have it. This is the second game in a row he's been nowhere close to what I've seen him capable of.

I met my wife, Nia Vardalos, at The Second City, and she was chomping at the bit to move to L.A.

There's an idea of the Plains as the middle of nowhere, something to be contemptuous of. But it's really a heroic place.