Twisted
Striker
At lunch time I tried to recreate the Trapdoor Stand live match experience by having a flask of Spring Vegtable soup, a Gregg's pie and a few swigs of diluted orange followed by a 35 yard walk to the house five doors away to dump my rubbish in his wheelie bin followed by a swift walk around the block and buying an ice cream from the corner shop and then reading a Duncan Hamilton cricket book in between deliveries to impress random spectators passing by.
Still no seats on, doesn't look promising