I was hoping the match would be rained off. My back has been very bad and is several weeks away from being ok. If I’d had any sense I wouldn’t have made myself available to play. We met up at Meadowbrook and were a bit slow getting off. I drove down with Tom, chatting away merrily-as is my wont. I can’t multi-task and tend to drive slowly when talking. As we approached Plymouth Tom pointed out there wasn’t much time due to my “tootling along at 60mph”.
We just missed a ferry and as one of the Torpoint ferries was out of action had to wait a while. Where was Daz, we wondered. He was supposed to meet us at the ferry terminal. As we were wondering I received a text from Daz saying “where are you?” It transpired he was over in Torpoint having caught the ferry.
Tom had a merry chat with Darren who decided go on ahead to the Plymouth IV ground. Tom kept saying “Go on past Anthony” (meaning it’s just past Anthony House- A Royal Naval establishment.), like he and Daz were both locals.
When we reached the ground Daz was nowhere in sight. I phoned him “where are you Daz”. ” I’m just past Anthony” (Village). He was several miles down the road.
I agreed to stand by the road to guide him in. Everyone was getting changed and I’m standing by the road doing a bit of stretching. PT arrived around 1.50pm-still no sign of Daz. Eventually he showed up not best pleased and the rest, as they say, is history.