More real time blogging, as I visit Waterbeach as the local team sits on the verge of promotion at half time.
I’d probably have been up the Abbey Stadium now, asking the bloke in the Habbin “Who’s that No. 9?” and “What colours are we.”
But football is being played without fans, which is #pointless, and you can’t sit inside and watch it in The Sun, so I’m chatting to Mrs RM about my mum and the particular appeal of this classic Fens local.
I didn’t even know there was a garden, quite a decent one.
I did know this remains a haven of BBB, and a choice of Wherry, Landlord and Pride is all you need.
Apart from the internet so you can follow the football. Which I can’t.
So I’ll leave you with the lacings and say “Up the U’s” and leave you to worry about apostrophes.