Say I was given the choice, to either bum wor Chezza or punch Michael Owen. I'd opt for smashing Chezza because its the right thing to do, but I wouldn't beable to enjoy it, as in the back of my mind I'd just be thinking about what a missed opportunity. I'd hope Cheryls fellatio tekkers would neutralise Michael Owens muggy grin that would be stuck in my head enabling me to get more than a semi lob on. Unlikely though, unlikely.