Yup, it's that time of year again. The time when half of our squad get's injured, no one actually watches the football, people get injured, people get hopeful about England because they bashed some team with a population of 7,000 people, people get injured, and people get injured (did I mention that people get injured?).
Yes, it's the dreaded international break. So clutch on tight to whatever good luck charm you hold dear and pray that Bale doesn't injure his calf from tripping over a leaf, or that Modric doesn't damage his thigh from walking too fast.
Or, you can just blissfully ignore the casualty count here at Managing Madrid, where the rules will once again be bent so that you can immerse yourself in whatever topic you good people want to chatter about (okay, not "whatever" topic - please stay away from politics, religion, and the kind of discussion points that makes people, you know, want to kill each other).
So now that I've surpassed the 150 word count, go and have fun.