I don't believe for one minute that he's not looking at the table, I bet he's worked out every single possiblity. I see him sat at home in front of a laptop, glass of wine in hand, boring poor Montse with... 'If we win and they draw, then we score two, they concede three, then it rains heavily before that game and the Chelsea coach slips down an embankment on the way to the match and this and that player are in neck braces for these games and then that player gets rickets and this player stays fit and then Jupiter juxtaposes Uranus... you know we might just win this f***ing thing."