Waiting at the bus stop for Robbie Savage

For the last four days I’ve spent every spare moment standing at a bus stop on the A52, wearing my Derby County scarf and shirt and a sign on my back saying “Gissus a lift Sav!”
Sadly, however, I still haven’t drawn the attention of Rams player Robbie Savage, who stopped to pick up a couple of Derby fans in his brand spanking new flash Merc last Saturday.
The lucky blighters were driven to Pride Park Stadium by the man of the moment, who received some stick in the nationals the week before for turning up to training sessions in a flash car.
When Derby are in the doldrums they should, apparently, be driving an eight-year-old Peugeot 106 diesel (with dents) and taking part in ritual self-flagellation sessions en masse.
I can help Robbie there, not with the self-flagellation but with the Peugeot.
If he wants to further turn the tables on the national press, who love to put the boot into our team, I am quite happy to swap my 106 with his Merc for a whole day – a week if he prefers – and pose for a photo opportunity.
As for me, if I was a Prem player earning loadsa money, I’d never splash out on a Merc, particularly if the team were doing badly. I’d buy an Aston Martin.