One day to go and to borrow a phrase from a bygone era long before my glorious ascent to broadcasting mediocrity, I’m rather liking the cut of Albion’s jib.

High energy fitness seems to be the key, along with numerous signings to cover all bases and a free-scoring winger in Alireza Jahanbakhsh - who, hopefully, will become a “first name on the team sheet” player, unlike his Iranian compatriot at the 2006 World Cup, Sohrab Bakhtiarizadeh, whose name wouldn’t even FIT on the team sheet).

I know fans fear a tougher second campaign - but they probably thought the same at Manchester City after their most recent promotion in the noughties, and who’s to say the more pessimistic Sky Blues supporters aren’t even now anticipating 17th season syndrome?

No, expect City and the usual suspects to head the honours chase again - including Tottenham, despite disgruntled fans claiming Spurs’ last stellar signing was Martin Chivers in 1968.

At Old Trafford, it seems Moaninho, rumoured to have been spotted this week with Theresa May and the Indian cricket team at the Wailing Wall - and allegedly thrown out of “Dick’s Bar” at the Amex in May for ruining Happy Hour - won’t have the chance to turn Harry Maguire into Harry Hill.

Provided he doesn’t fall out with all his star names such as Paul Pogba (who’s played like a world beater for France and a panel beater for Man United) they should challenge again, as will Liverpool, of course.

Hopefully, too, Chelsea will catch the author of the fraudulent letter being hawked around the transfer market by Brazilian Willian’s “new agent” containing the midfielder’s forged signature (true!).

Perhaps suspicions were aroused by the paragraph claiming: “Mr Williams has been robbed at gunpoint in Nigeria with no money to get home. Please send £5m to this unregistered money exchange kiosk in Uzbekistan. Yours faithfully, Roman Abramovich.”

Commentators will be raring to go as well, among them dear old Motty, whose BBC retirement after 50 years service lasted nearly a whole afternoon it seems before Talksport snapped him up - maybe for another 50?

Actually, even Motty’s longevity is unlikely to outlast the indefatigable Martin Tyler, who’s been around long enough to remember Olivier Giroud’s last shot on target for France, baby sitters paying less UK tax than Amazon and Leeds United keeping the same manager for a month (July, I think, but the year escapes me).

Sky’s septuagenarian maestro called EIGHTEEN live World Cup matches for Australian broadcasters SBS (nearly half a season’s league games!), including one of England’s pre-season friendlies with Belgium.

editor’s note - “World Cup games you mean?” Peter - “you didn’t watch them, then?”).

Like Martin, many commentators have blogs - or twitter accounts, which, I’m told, some even log on to DURING games to see what followers are saying about them!

I was never into social media tweeting myself, but would occasionally take a deep breath and have a peek. One chap revealed his mum “went out with Peter once in the sixties” (alright, only once, but unless it was ‘fake news’ I’m hoping she might still be available) And, unbelievably, a computer game geek asked: “Who does Peter Brackley’s voice on the Pro-Evolution Soccer commentary?”

Eh? Whose voice did he think it was? Rory Bremner?