Enjoyed a moment of good fortune as I met Fernando Torres (pictured) in my hometown yesterday.
Torres' form at Stamford bridge has been sub zero and there are whispers surfacing that he pines for a soaking in the rain of Spain.
Icebound El Nino was numb with disappointment after seeing his beloved Chelski lose a three goal home lead against the 12 men of Manchester United.
Spitting out his glacier mint, the stiffened Torres offered me a chilly account of the game. He coldly complained about the influence of one of the oldest players on the pitch - Howard Webb. "Paul Scholes wasn't bad either," I helpfully added.
I've been told that there's more chance of hell freezing over than the Spanish hitman ever receiving anything less than a frosty reception from Liverpool fans.
Provoking a snowstorm of views, I recommended Didi Hamann's new autobiography to the refrigerated ex striker. I also put Nando on the spot asked if amongst the burning embers he harboured any warm feelings towards the Liverpool fans who used to adore him.
Typically, he froze.
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