Making Hay . . .

Just been down to the park to play soccer with Cameron. He was Lincoln City, I was Boston United. Lincoln won 10-4. Boston's knackered. Chasing a precocious five-year-old round a soccer pitch in the blistering evening heat after sharing bacon and eggs is hard work. Not as hard as working in the fields gathering hay for the winter. But I'm not a farmer. I'm Boston United. And this soccer team's going to celebrate defeat with a cold beer on a soft sofa in a cool basement. . .