Scenario One.
It’s seven in the morning, the sky is clear and I’m at the tee. At nearly sixty my driver isn’t as much use to me as it used to be but I have a long iron in my hand, I approach the tee and strike the Baal with the sweetest sound you can imagine.
[Poor language removed], I’m in the bunker. I walk up get myself out of the bunker and play on. I’m home by 12 with the rest of the day to do as I please.
Scenario Two.
I walk to Bramley Moore, we’re hosting Peterborough, it’s a tough one but as long as Ings is fit Holgate can stay strong on the back four we may eek out a draw. [Poor language removed], 0-2 and an own goal from Mee.
Take your pick, the stadium may be bright and shiny but the football ain’t gonna be.