NOOOOOOOOOOO! How can the God of Rain be so cruel and heartless?
We’ve spent the last four-and-a-bit months building up to this – and now it’s been ripped away from us like a playground bully who’s spotted the class geek with a big bag of sweets.
I feel like a kid who’s watched in awe as a collection of large and brightly wrapped presents has been assembled under the Christmas tree – and then on Christmas morning told he can’t have them after all.
It would have to happen, wouldn’t it? The first meeting of the season rained off.
But, hey, that’s speedway. I once got as far as Holland for a rain-off so I suppose I shouldn’t be too surprised.
And at least Glyn has moved quickly to put Plan B into operation and reschedule Stoke’s Premier Trophy visit for Monday and I couldn’t think of a better way to spend a Bank Holiday than watching speedway. The original plan to get underway at five o’clock would have been a bonus too – although 7pm tapes up means I can still get to Wacky and join the rest of the Monday night quiz team before the sheets get handed in!
Maybe I’ll have two victories to celebrate on Monday night. And we might have beaten Newcastle by then as well.
Know what, I feel better already. . .