Published: 24 March, 2016
by STEVE BARNETT

IS it me, or has this Easter break come at just the right time? 

I mean, usually this is a weekend that reeks of clock-watching, Columbo reruns and belly-button fishing to get rid of that fluff you trapped in there on Christmas day when you were forced to wear that sweaty jumper. 

The absence of top-flight football during this round of internationals usually results in us agreeing to do stupid things – like spring cleaning, or going to B&Q with the threat of actually painting over the orange that you used on the window frame in 2001 because you wanted a colour that “looked sunny” (Steve, what was you thinking?). 

In short, we’ll do anything providing that we don’t have to watch England. 

This Easter, however, is different. We need a break just to absorb what has happened in this season of miracles. With the exception of Chelsea fans being happy that their struggling side has managed to avoid relegation, just like the good old days, this season has been a complete revelation. 

And, with that revelation, I offer my flock a sermon at this special time of year. 

Leicester fans enjoy this Easter safe in the knowledge that Tottenham won’t be creeping any closer just yet. 

Tottenham fans enjoy this Easter safe in the knowledge that this won’t be the weekend your side cockerels it all up. 

And Arsenal fans enjoy this Easter safe in the knowledge that, well, there’s no football – so you won’t have to watch your resurrected side suddenly start to play well again now that the season is over. 

It is a time to be grateful for what we have been given and for what we are about to receive. 

So Tottenham fans embrace this Easter and be thankful that Mauricio Roberto Pochettino Trossero has not yet agreed a summer move to Real Madrid. Or to Chelsea. 

So Arsenal fans embrace this Easter and be thankful for Claudio Ranieri and his Saint Foxes, for in winning the Premier League they may well save your summer. 

And, with the clocks edging forward an hour on Sunday, the daffodils blooming, and the promise of warmer weather ahead, support Arsene Wenger as he cakes his knees in grass stains while sliding around the garden in delight at the fact that he no longer needs to pretend that he knows how to zip up his jacket. 

Now, in keeping with a time of faith and miracles, join me this weekend in saying no to the Columbo reruns and belly-button fishing – and watch England as they prepare for their summer crucifixion.