People need to know where they stand with football. First time I was going to meet my girlfriend's (now my wife) parents for dinner I had fecked my ankle ligaments playing in Shoreham. Turned up for the meal and sat leg elevated with frozen peas wrapped around. They all knew.
Sat by the dug outs, not feeling any pressure to win and players returning/getting a run out. One thing though, would sooner lose than draw.
Should be fun.
Looks like bus though, no feckin' trains.