I do hope Fernando finds himself again
Fernando Torres. First he was hot, then he was hotter, then he was on fire, then he cooled down, then he went chilly, then he was freezing and now he's tepid.
Given the captain's armband at Atletico Madrid when he was just 19, he understandably set tongues wagging throughout the world. With dozens of suitors mentioned, Liverpool proved to be the club that finally prised him away from the Spanish capital.
At Anfield, he became one of the world's then greats and finished third in the Ballon d'Or at one stage. No stranger to the hair salon, things began to turn sour for the Spaniard when Liverpool's form took a nosedive and the goals dried up for El Nino.
A £50 million switch to London to play in the blue of Chelsea was meant to re-launch his career but instead he became a parody of himself. He whimpered into the background and soon he couldn't even gain a call-up to the Spanish squad.
A loan move to AC Milan in August seemed to be his last shot at redemption but he was about as useful as a one-armed trapeze with an itchy arse at the San Siro.
But his return home to Madrid has now offered him hope. Although he once broke my heart, I hope he finds himself again.
'There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright, Fernando. They were shining there for you and me, for liberty, Fernando.'