Hello, and nice to be back. I am delighted to find that there have been some murmurings of discontent amongst my loyal readers about my long absence from view, as it were. "What's wrong with the ex gadgie" has been heard I hear. "Is he dead?". Well, yes and no, my son, yes and no...
View from the cemetery
Big games, big games. A final home league game with everything still to play for, followed by a semi final. Happy days. Me and the lads have ordered a new periscope in for the match today, don't want to miss this, bright green fence or no bright green fence. It takes me back a bit, haven't been this excited since that night our lass won a line up the Top Club. From the dark days into the light, it's been a long wait so let's hope we don't trip over these final few hurdles, he says optimistically. But why should we?
Those April showers, they bring the flowers....
They certainly bring plenty of greenery round here, what on heaven or earth is this new fencing about? Who's idea was that? Can't see a thing for bright green scaffolding mesh, we are going to have to pinch some ladders to see a match.
March comes in like a lion, and goes out like a lamb; behopes thats not right then, cos it looks to me like lion fighting is the order of the day for the rest of this season if we want to get up.
The boys over the fence are certainly looking forward to the Esh game, seems like, err, a lifetime since we saw some action round here. And looking forward to the game despite everybody in here having wet feet at the minute. A problem with the drainage? I should say so, Defty is walking around shaking his head every day, that top corner is damp alright.
(Posted just before the Stokesley match.)