Rainy Day Girls

The kind of weather that sorts out the girls from the women, the boys from the men and the sheep from the lambs. That goes for the supporters as much as the players.

It was driving, horizontal sleet and not all the brollies made it. But the Angels played on through it all and, if they'd been playing in the shallow end, I think the result would have been better.

Home now. The fire is lit, the brisket is three hours into its slow cooking time and there is a bottle of Merlot making eyes at me.