Body Language

*footy alert*

Well, that was a bit of a rugby score (which we won't mention). At five nil up at half time, we had a chat about the likely final score; teams tend to take the foot off the gas in the second half, do they not, when winning comfortably. So Rog thought it would end 6-1; I ventured 7-0. One thing is, said I, it won't be ten. Bong!

Played 26 , Won 22, Drawn 3, Lost 1, Goal difference 57.

But when we tramped up to the Diggers, the place had already been colonised by rugby fans in their damp smelly tweeds and Barbours! Strewth. And they weren't in such a boisterous mood. Though actually, the most boisterous crowd were a group from Cowdenbeath who lustily sang their hearts out. Well, you would, wouldn't you.