1499

I’m quite sure there were some very interesting historical occurrences in that particular year.

More to the point, 1499 also happens to be my current chess rating.

I’m almost there.

The Promised Land of the 1500’s. Nirvana, Utopia and all that jazz.

All current games are in the melting pot although Uncle Sam appears to be snoozing.

The tension is almost unbearable.

Meanwhile, back at The Ranch, The Monaghan Mushroom gave me a blast on the blower this morning.

The Boys From Anfield were top of the agenda. Defeat last night to Chelsea brought an unwelcome fifth successive home league loss. I’ve been back on the blower to King Klopp and told him that I’m doubling up on the Sancerre, sausage rolls and pizza diet in order to be in prime condition should he need me.

Auf Wiedersehen was his response.

What did he mean?

Down in India, England are once again behind the eight ball after day one of the fourth test.

So do miracles really ever happen?

We’re about to find out.

A bientot mes amis.