All publicity is, as they say, good publicity. So I’d like to take this opportunity to thank those who so kindly serenaded me at Lincoln last week.

Sadly I didn’t catch their heart-felt efforts – I don’t think it was exactly the Welsh male voice choir belting forth.

But I’ve been told this chorus has been mentioned on the internet. And it was verified to one of the kids at school by someone who “obviously” didn’t join in themselves.

I don’t quite know what I’ve done to deserve this dubious honour. I didn’t realise I possessed such powers to be directly responsible for what happens on the pitch.

But does this mean that I’ve now qualified as a somebody?

Or was it just a case that, maybe, the instigators wanted to have a pop at somebody else a lot higher up the Valley Parade food chain than me. But they weren’t brave enough.

But nonetheless thank you, whoever you are, for feeling that I’m worthy of a song, however dodgy the lyrics.

Just one request, though. Please sing up next time so I can hear. It would make a unique ringtone.