Enrique stats

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I’m stumbling around an eerily darkened room at 2 o’clock in the morning. The musty aroma of burned eraser fills my nostrils. Skin-inflamed fingertips pulsate with throbbing bolts of pain. I grasp for the calculator that litters my tea-stained desk. Frazzled and frizzled amongst a clutter of paper & pencil, it can only mean one thing. I’ve been on the statistics again. Euro 2012 aside, it’s the end of the footballing year, as we know it, and what better time …