You know, I went to a football match the other day.
Tottenham Hotspur were playing some other chaps, I don't remember who they were, but they were awfully good...
Actually, it was Manchester Utd, at Old Trafford, with the lead pipe.
My dad, my nephew and I tried our luck and went to another game last Saturday. The regular reader will know what we should have expected, and part of me was intrigued as to whether what my friends have termed 'The Bob Effect' would kick in and help the visitors to victory.
By half time, with United 2-0 down, things looked to be on track for just that.
I would love to have been a fly on the wall of both teams' changing rooms at the interval:
Harry Redknapp (Spurs Manager): "You're doing great lads, but let's not get carried away. Keep plugging away at them and watch your defence."
Sir Alex Ferguson (Man Utd Manager): What the f**k are ye f**kin' playin' at, ye f**kers? Get back out there and f**kin' score goals or ye'll be f**kin' playin' in the Schools League by the time I'm f**kin' finished wi' ye!!!"
I'm paraphrasing, of course, but you get the idea.
The teams came back out, the game restarted, and United put five in the Spurs' net between that and the final whistle.
Needless to say, Father and Nephew were delighted - duck broken, a solid result.
As for myself - although I'm a solid A.B.U. (Anybody But United) I couldn't help but appreciate what was, at the end of the day, a good result* to an excellent game.
Next thing you know, I'll start going to church again...
*looked like a penaly to me...