Everyone got stitched up, including Donald and Methven. When they appeared at that Wimbledon(?) match, everyone was convinced it was all over bar the shouting. I was in the Hilton later that night with a lad who puts a deal of money into the club in various ways, and Donald came in, more than a bit pissed. I told him not to blow it, and he was sure it would be done and dusted in about a week or so. This was at the time that Reiver (who's a good mate of mine) was getting all these messages too. There was no reason to believe it was all going to fall apart, even though myself and Mrd G have seen enough to know that it's never done until the ink is drying on the signed contract.