Sa Coma (near Calla Millor) for me. I fly out on the day of the Liverpool game, hoping to get there and unpacked in time to find a bar to watch the game.
Because when I'm sitting in a bar in Majorca surrounded by a bunch of scousers, after they've poached some of our best players including a total c*nt called Lovren I'm desperate for us to win. It's called emotion.
"Hope? Let me tell you something, my friend. Hope is a dangerous thing. Hope can drive a man insane. It's got no use on the inside. You'd better get used to that idea."