An evening at Welford Road meant my nephews went home disappointed that they saw the Tigers loose for the first time. They probably went away slightly deaf from the noise that my brother was making when he was shouting, "Tiii gers, Tiiii gers" when he was trying to drown out the, "Come on you Quins" that was coming from a few rows behind us. If only I'd had my compact with me I would have photographed the look on the face of the woman in the row in front of us as she turned round to see what all the noise was about.