Come rain or, well, rain...

Some of you won't find this at all silly, but for this Saturday it'll do. The dedication of supporters on rain soaked touchline is not something I've ever experienced, nor seek to. It's all I can do to leave the central heating off... well, it's not snowing is it. Not right now, anyway. September feels very long ago now, with the late summer Sun still shining down. I'm sure he's up there still, above the ever deepening clouds... warming the Atlantic, and lifting it high above us, to drop unerringly on little England.