There's surely no better cure for a bad hangover than switching on the telly at half past nine to watch Sir Les score the first goal for the Hammers in their 2-0 demolition of hated local rivals Tottscum. After sixteen months of wandering around the pitch in a vaguely classy manner, Michael Carrick seems to have got the point that scoring some goals might not be a bad idea if he wants to get international recognition and duly slammed in the second after Sir Les (again) terrorised the living daylights out of a crestfallen Casey Keller in the Tottscum goal.

Les Ferdinand played most of the game with a dislocated eye socket, compare and contrast that with the missing Paolo DiCanio who sulked back off to Italy with a mysterious tummy bug. Frankly if he hasn't got the stomach for a relegation battle he can stay over there for all I care. We've still got a hell of a scrap on our hands and are still in the bottom three, but at least we've given ourselves a chance and a convincing annihilation of the Tottscum should help the fans get behind boss Glenn Roeder for the nailbiting run-in.

My favourite moment of this morning's highlights however was the look of complete disgust on Tottscum boss Glenn Hoddle's face after the loathsome Teddy Sheringham spooned a shot somewhere over into the Docklands late on in the game. Marvellous. Who needs Nurofen, anyway?