I was supposed to go on a second date with a nice girl a few years back (think it was Alexis Sanchez’s first season) but the following day I asked her if we could move it to a day either side of the Arsenal v Anderlecht game. She went bonkers over text, said not to bother. I ended up getting quite drunk a few weeks later and texting her apologising and that I was sorry for being a dick (I was young and daft, I wouldn’t apologise for such a thing these days) and asked if she’d be up for going out again. She said yes, then went absolutely bonkers over it all again. Not for me.