Cold comfort

The past few days were cold but when I trotted onto the astra-turf pitch this morning I knew what it must have felt like to play football on the peak of Mount Everest!

I know that some of you reading this now will be used to far colder temperatures and would view -4 centigrade as a positive heatwave, but you try standing half naked in a goalmouth for over two hours. After a while, I lost the use of my little finger on my left hand and was willing the game to end so that I could defrost and tuck into a hearty breakfast!

Back at base and thankfully in the warm, I sat behind the computer to get some inspiration, which came – eventually.