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Needless to say to my fellow Brits reading this, the weather of late, and for the forseeable future is one of dull tones of grey, and plenty of water to boot. The beautiful game, must go on though, or so we hoped. Today’s match, was all but called off, at Thursday’s training session, with Jamie basically saying it was ‘unlikely’ to go ahead. No news of a call off, Friday or Saturday morning left me getting out of bed early. This is the point where I am pretty ‘not happy’. My mate calls me at 10am, to see if i’m still playing (i’m known for not liking to play in the rain – Whatever!! :p) and arrange a time to meet up. Bit annoying, because he could of called me at 11.30am, left me more sleeping time – the bitch!! I got little sleep from then on, til 12; I was too worried i’d sleep ‘in’ and he’d be banging on my door at 12.30!

We travel to the pitch, and it was hammering it down the whole way. It was terrible weather, but still we had no news to tell us, go home and set up camp next to the fireplace for the weekend. Once arrive, our manager, and the ref are scoping the pitches and the ref deems it ‘playable’. So we start getting changed, and i’m raring to go, having not played for about 2 months with injury. THEN, some old ‘codger’ turns up, who turns out to be the
groundsman saying the game SHOULD of been called off, as of 10am. However, after speaking to the ref a little, he seems to shake off his ‘codger’ like tendencies and allows the ref to make the final call. So we CARRY ON, getting changed…

At this point, its not actually that long til kickoff, and the other teams players are arriving too. Then, another old fella arrives, this time the chairman or something along those lines and gives us a straight up “HELL NO”. After speaking to our team, and there’s, everyone who WOULD of taken part wanted to play, including the ref, so it was most annoying. We did have a bit of a kick about, and I gotta say, despite my massive desire to play, it would of been terrible. There were times the ball was played to me, and it’d just STOP, dead in a puddle. Hmm…

So yeah, my Saturday rant about the football, and English weather is over…