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It’s been a while, but, you know. That Coronation didn’t organise itself. Just saying.

Hiraeth. A deep longing and nostalgia for something irretrievably lost.

There was so much good about this, not least that wet-mouthed little fart Piers Morgan shitting the bed.

In 12 months time no doubt the piece bookending the big lad’s Goodison tenure with this one will be entitled ‘Fire and Dyche’.