I was invited to go with a group of lawyers that sponsors are club,but I decided to give it a miss just in case the game went pear shaped and I embarrass myself.
I still went to the game but sat alone on the hill.After a few traditional nibbles of the surrounding grass and a few good sculls of scotch,spinning out I went into a trance and back to the Belmore glory days.I had a whale of a time.
Then shit,the hooter smacked me like a hammer.I looked at the score board shook my head went home.I started watching the recorded game and after 15 minutes the missus kicked me out of the house.
Oh well at least they showed up.