Mungo time again. And the season is reaching its end. But could this be the end of Mungo as we know it? It certainly could be unless he develops the ability to respirate anaerobically like botulism, as a series of unfortunate accidents and sexual encounters with electronic equipment leave the Premier League’s mission to the moon in mortal peril. Can Mungo save the day, as it is his wont to do? And will the altruists and philanthropists at the Premier League leave the milk of human kindness to one side for just a moment and try and exploit this situation for, dare we say it, financial gain? The only man who knows the answers, to this and to everything else besides, is David Squires.