First of all, my apologies for the tardy nature of this missive but being on time is not a strength of the HeadInHands cabal, I’m always late with the data, Howard’s frequently late for the meetings and Chris devotes many an hour to ensuring the nation’s train system maintains its hard-won reputation for punctuality.

It’s been the usual season of high hopes mutating into high dudgeon for our teams, but HIH league-wise, the tourney began handsomely with Telford’s Godfrey Poku seeing red on opening day, his debut, then repeating the trick two matches later whilst appealing his initial red card.  Other moments to savour included Liam Noble’s refereeing alchemy – turning a yellow into a red within 20 seconds with just a few words to the official (probably not Piff, Paff, Poof), Morecambe v Accrington putting the ‘Unpleasant’ into Unpleasant Local Derby with their sideline fun and games, Matt McClure’s 70 second cameo being bettered by future Liverpool loan-in Stevie ‘You’re 34, for Heaven’s sake, it’s Steven’ Gerrard’s 26 seconds of wonder against Man Yoo.

Talking of Man Yoo, this:

(“MK Dons Score Gorgeous Goal While Bossing Manchester United”)

Finished by former Gunner Benik Afobe, who will hopefully score big for Howard in 2015-16, despite my frequent nominations for ‘He S$;@!s Goals’ and not become the next Sanchez Watt or Jay Simpson.

Will we be continuing the league next year? Well, our ages are not endowing any of us with maturity or wisdom and are proving once and for all that there’s no fools like old fools, I suspect we will reconvene in a huddled mass in an unpopular corner of some studenty hangout in Sheffield S1 in August and once again, complain about not being able to hear Jeff Stelling for another year.  So that’s a ‘yes’.

So to the thank yous.  A genuine thanks to all those who have participated in this season’s farrago, you all share the blame equally, though some more than others, like Howard, who’s maintained the headinhands league page despite my best efforts.  His pathologically assiduous research (Agbonlahor played twice for the Owls – who knew?) doesn’t go amiss either.

 Chris for supplying the kind of brutal zingers which only the late Richard Whiteley would approve, keeping me in Diet Coke through the bleak midwinter and the odd moment of honesty/hari-kiri (‘Didn’t he used to play for Wednesday – oh S%!@e’)

Stephen Luff for his fantastic winners speech from last year,how I look forward to another one this time next season.

The London Division of Math and Emma for not winning nearly as much as I’d hoped.