It's a small world isn't it. I got friendly with a bunch of people from another message board and we met up in France for a week last year. There were Australians, Americans, Scots, English, Swedes, French and Dutchies. One girl, from Amsterdam, told me that her cousin played for Arsenal. I thought about this, Bergkamp was the only Dutchman we had playing and it wasn't him. Then I realised that her surname was Volz. Her father had left Germay to escape the Nazis and had gone to Holland. Some weeks later I was in my local pub on the northern outskirts of London when I was introduced to a guy who lives in Siegen in Germany called Peter Volz, the father of Moritz. My slow moving brain eventually twigged that this made him the girl's uncle. The converstion went something like this: Me: I know your niece in Amsterdam Peter: I don't think so Me: Yeah - her name is Anne Peter: No, I don't think so Me: Well, do you have any family living in Amsterdam Peter: Yes, my brother lives there Me: Does he have a daughter Peter: Yes, he does Me: What's her name then? Peter: Anne Me: Well that'll be her then won't it!! He's been over a few times since then. He loves his pint in the pub and I think we've at last got the concept of buying rounds into his head. He phones me from Germany whenever Fulham are playing to find out the latest score!