Just to prove there's more to life than sitting at a keyboard, I went on to a rugby match today. My son-in-law, Alan, is a keen Leicester Tigers supporter, and they were drawn in the Heineken Cup against Edinburgh Rugby. We went to see today's match at Murrayfield stadium, accompanied by my five year old grandson, Rian.
The match wasn't one to set the pitch on fire. In fact, had it been, we might all have been somewhat warmer. We should have known when we had to break the ice off the seats before sitting down. I don't think Rian has ever been so cold - he ended up wrapped in double socks, hats, scarf, gloves with heating pads and still looked frozen.
In front of a definitely unpacked stadium, the Tigers lost. I reckon this was all down to missing support from Rian and Alan - each time they left their seats to get a drink (or simply to warm up), Edinburgh scored a try and conversion. Leicester's penalty kicks just weren't enough to win.
In truth, the better team won, but it would have been difficult to congratulate either. Perhaps it was the cold - there were certainly enough slips on the pitch, and falling on ground that hard couldn't have been easy to do without hesitation - but there just seemed to be too many mistakes and no flow in the play at all.
However, it's reminded me why I used to go to watch Bradford matches in my earlier days - when it can get even a totally uncommitted spectator like me shouting enough to be hoarse, there has to be some fun.
If only they played in the summer. I can't see getting quite as worked up over cricket.
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