Young Vets draw a Blanco against Sanco.

The game was pencilled in for a mighty clash at the barrack’s, however cometh the hour….cometh the man…well a phone call in fact… “sorry we can’t raise a team”.
With heavy hearts the message disseminated to the ‘keen as mustard’ (made in Norwich) players.
Doom and despair followed in greater waves of despondency than last week’s 9-4 drubbing…..what in effect this message meant was that we’d have to spend the Sunday morning’s with our families / mistress’ / spliff’s / parole officer (delete as appropriate)

My morning kicked off with a bright start..namely the ‘Heaven and Earth show’…what Gloria Hunniford can’t tell me about step in bath’s and planning for my funeral isn’t worth knowing (sorry that’s June Whitfield)..Anyway Charles Kennedy looked bright and breezy on the wing (of the sofa), probably had a little stiffener out of the chalice, well after all it was 11am.

At the half time whistle some big decisions had to be made in order to keep things going….was it to be a digestive and a cup of coffee or a cup of Tea and a shortbread..Big decisions needed big players.

So with John Craven dusting off his jumper for another week Countryfile got underway and immediately scored with an item about Follies……as I found out the goal was disallowed …for far from being about the lovely ladies of Paris, who “entertain” gentlemen…it was about architectural whims of wealthy landowners…..

Anyway as the morning ground to an unexciting conclusion…the proverbial 0-0…..all across London, members of IVFC junior vets were praying that no more matches would be cancelled otherwise desperate measures would have to be taken……TRAINING.