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I somehow managed to offload
all of my responsibilities on
the day of Frickley v Cables. I
was suppossed to be Kit
Executive but when I saw how
much it meant to Nick I didnt
have the heart to take that
honour away from him. I was
suppossed to write the match
report. I now realise that I
should have been a doctor as I
have subsequently been
unable to decipher any of my
writing. It would have defeated
Robert Langdon (Da Vinci
Code). So I thought I would
report upon the social side of
attending the match instead.

Having arrived at Frickley the
Army thought it wise to do a
spot of sightseeing. First stop
being the local Cricket Club
about 100 yards (conveniently)
from the GMB stadium.

The sun was shining, Cables
weren't getting beat (yet) and
everything was fine in the
world.

The plan was to visit the local
points of interest. However,
the slag heaps, corner shop
and bust stop (if only) were
shut so we headed down to
the ground.

At least some (Marg and
Heather) had made an effort to
get into the spirit of things.
Heather - stop looking down
chimneys!