At this point in many years gone by I've been engaged in what I can only call 'April Apprehension'. This is the dawning realisation that the football season is coming to an end, and that not only will you be forced to show an unhealthy interest in such 'sports' as cricket and Formula One, but there will be severe limitations on using that grey matter to improve the beer fund.

As a result, this is typically the time that sees me flunking silly amounts of cash on even sillier matches. And that's not wise, with players typically rising above themselves in a way so frustrating (given that they have played like Franny Jeffers for the previous nine months), that it almost seems as if they're on a backhander from Ladbrokes to ensure your mass accumulator stuffs up on their one result.

How else can you explain Fulham winning a first away game in 12 years, Queen of the South doing one on Aberdeen, or another week in which only one of the Championship title contenders could muster the full quota of points?

And even when justice should possibly prevail, as in (a whopping 4/1 for the win) Arsenal getting something out of yesterday's game at Old Trafford when leading with just over half-an-hour left, the Lords of low odds restore the sacred balance by netting two goals for United and ensuring that Van Der Saar gets fingertips on Clichy's shot to deflect it onto the post.

So with another week of seemingly mouth-watering wins giving you the big eyelashes, it's time to sit back, keep the wallet closed, and be strong. After all, as much as you deny it now, boredom will have set in to such an extend in a month's time that you'll be frantically scouring the cricket fixture list, packing the cool box, and flying off to some nothing ground to join 300 other people catching the opening yawns of a county championship five-dayer.