A Heartfelt Apology

The Lad has been watching Scunthorpe since he was an excitable five year old. Tonight for the first time ever I felt a real need to apologise to my world weary sixteen year old for giving him no say in who his team would be all those years ago.

Baffling formations, square pegs in round holes, enigmatic substitutions and a serious lack of effort are all getting monotonously familiar and we're still in the first month of the season. Roll on May.

Oh, and I got a telling off from a massive steward for taking this shot. Does this mean I'm a proper photographer now?