The 12th man

Here we go again.

The start of the new season with a tournament at Musselburgh beginning at 9am and finishing just after 1pm.

The rain hammered down all morning but thankfully stopped just in time for the prize giving. A few parents were heard to mutter that they deserved a trophy too. I got home to a hot bath and a roast chicken, I think the bath may have been intended for Joe but he had a trophy as consolation.