Nerve wracking

The weekend has been and gone again and here I am back in the office.

Most of the weekend was spent on my part, trying not to tax my delicate knees too much, whilst upping my intake of omega 3 which is supposedly a good way of stopping my kneecaps dropping off. Since I already know that the doctor would simply say ‘lose weight’, I weighed myself to discover that I am a pound lighter than I was in February.

Hurrah.

Just after that I had bacon, eggs, beans and toast for breakfast, so I suspect that in a quarter of an hour I put that pound back where it belongs (given that you only have to eat a couple of ounces of anything to inflate by a ton or two). Still, we had a very healthy and tasty dinner in the evening to balance it out.

Pity about the tortillas and choccy.

The latter part of Sunday afternoon saw me rather unwisely tracking the final day of the Premiership season live on my computer. Not being in the West Midlands area, I could not get the commentary I wanted on the radio and for arcane contractual reasons, radio stations cannot webcast commentaries live even as they do across the airwaves, so I had to settle with streaming the BBC’s version of Sky’s Soccer Sunday.

All I can say is that I felt myself physically ageing as the afternoon progressed. From a starting position two places above the relegation zone and having their fate in their own hands, Wolves managed to ship three goals by half time and sink into the relegation zone in the live tables. So close was it that goals elsewhere mattered and though they managed by the close to pull the game back to 2-3, which would have ensured survival on goals scored across the season, a late goal from Spurs obligingly sank Birmingham and Manchester United undeservedly destroyed Blackpool, meaning our feeble performance was in the end irrelevant. Nonetheless, on the live tables we yo-yoed up and down between relegation and safety at least three times during the afternoon, before we could breathe safely. I just hope that in the close season we can strengthen the squad with someone who can score goals, someone t get the ball to this new goal scorer and another to stop the opposition from doing it back to us. That is three requirements, but I suspect rather more players.

I rather hope that from August on, I will be supporting a team that can do more than just scrap hard to remain where they are.

Nerve wracking

The weekend has been and gone again and here I am back in the office.

Most of the weekend was spent on my part, trying not to tax my delicate knees too much, whilst upping my intake of omega 3 which is supposedly a good way of stopping my kneecaps dropping off. Since I already know that the doctor would simply say ‘lose weight’, I weighed myself to discover that I am a pound lighter than I was in February.

Hurrah.

Just after that I had bacon, eggs, beans and toast for breakfast, so I suspect that in a quarter of an hour I put that pound back where it belongs (given that you only have to eat a couple of ounces of anything to inflate by a ton or two). Still, we had a very healthy and tasty dinner in the evening to balance it out.

Pity about the tortillas and choccy.

The latter part of Sunday afternoon saw me rather unwisely tracking the final day of the Premiership season live on my computer. Not being in the West Midlands area, I could not get the commentary I wanted on the radio and for arcane contractual reasons, radio stations cannot webcast commentaries live even as they do across the airwaves, so I had to settle with streaming the BBC’s version of Sky’s Soccer Sunday.

All I can say is that I felt myself physically ageing as the afternoon progressed. From a starting position two places above the relegation zone and having their fate in their own hands, Wolves managed to ship three goals by half time and sink into the relegation zone in the live tables. So close was it that goals elsewhere mattered and though they managed by the close to pull the game back to 2-3, which would have ensured survival on goals scored across the season, a late goal from Spurs obligingly sank Birmingham and Manchester United undeservedly destroyed Blackpool, meaning our feeble performance was in the end irrelevant. Nonetheless, on the live tables we yo-yoed up and down between relegation and safety at least three times during the afternoon, before we could breathe safely. I just hope that in the close season we can strengthen the squad with someone who can score goals, someone t get the ball to this new goal scorer and another to stop the opposition from doing it back to us. That is three requirements, but I suspect rather more players.

I rather hope that from August on, I will be supporting a team that can do more than just scrap hard to remain where they are.