Sign up now! Sign up now! Sign up now? Sign up now!While the conspicuous non-arrival of the world’s most daily email into your inbox/spam folder yesterday was technically down to the fact that Monday was the May Day bank holiday in the UK, Football Daily didn’t actually spend the day drinking cider and dancing with ribbons around a village green before crowning a May Queen. In truth, our brain was so frazzled from football-related goings-on at home and further afield over the weekend, we spent most of Monday lying in a dark room, enjoying the soothing caress of a wet flannel on our forehead as we tried to make sense of it all. The ups, the downs, the delight, the heartbreak and the sight of a tired and emotional Harry Kane celebrating his first-ever winner’s medal by murdering a Queen song after Bayern Munich’s title win was finally confirmed on Sunday. “We’ve had a long journey together,” warbled Kane, whose first instinct upon realising he would not go down in history as one of sport’s most high profile trophy-dodgers was to hug his teammate Eric Dier and spark up a big fat cigar. “It was just something special. I’ve been playing football for a very long time and it’s taken a while but it’s just a great feeling and I’m proud of everyone who was involved.”When I was older, I asked my dad why he never said I played well. He said he didn’t want me thinking I was the best, getting cocky. He thought he was keeping me from losing my head. He always got angry with me after matches. He didn’t want anyone else to tell me I was good either. He even wanted to control my friends. My old man and me have always got on well then badly, then well again: