J is for the Joe from Arsenal whose surname no-one can spell.
He's just signed for Barnet.
I saw him and his missus at Churchill Square once. I wanted to say something to him, but I'd had three quarters of a litre of Smirnoff the night before and would probably have vomited on his sports casual clothes. I don't think I would have wanted to sleep with his girlfriend, but I'm sure she's very nice.