Firstly, the FA Cup.
I love the draw for the first round. Its one of those rare moments where I find myself riveted to ITV football coverage. Even though Mark Pougatch (a man who through no fault of his own) has sadly been allowed to oust the great Jim Rosenthal from behind the draw-master’s rostrum, it is still captivating stuff. The answers to all those questions you had been wondering are revealed.
To read the rest of this article, season 2013/14 is now available to download onto Kindle, in full. Containing previously unseen content, you can do so here for less than the cost of one matchday programme.
Thanks for reading over the course of the campaign. For now I need to make space on this page for any follow up. The ‘close season’ / World Cup columns continue in full, further on in this site.
BrentfordFC 
AF: My skills are endless. People management, book writing and stone, paper, scissors to name a few.
FEA: If you don’t beat me at stone, paper, scissors, you have to retire.
Farid says…”Now where’s my lucky coin? I think I’m gonna need it to win this game of Rock-Paper-Scissors!”
Caption contest : OK Sir Alex best of three, but I still say you’ve got more chance of starting Saturday than I have .
You must have heard of it? It’s very simple, you play me in advance of Rooney in the diamond. Look, like this…
Even after after five minutes of Fergie time, Manchester United were still unable to win the ‘scissors-paper-stone’ competition
Ferguson – ” If Uwe doesn’t play you longer than 20 minutes, Farid bonny lad, take your scissors and snip his bawls off”
So when i am the next manager of Morroco this is how i tell the ref theres 4 minutes of extra time
I`ll come on and score two in two mins against crawley on saturday
(and no I dont want two books)
On sir Alex tour promoting his book, he takes 5 mins to tell Farid just how many points out of 10 he rates Rooney.
I don’t think your cut out to be an author Mr Ferguson , well that’s what Roy Keane tells me anyway.
Sir Alex: You should try playing this with Roy Keane. Trust me, they weren’t scissors