WE are top of the league, say we are top of the league!
Well actually we’re not although, as one less than scrupulous old school hack tried to tell me when I was an impressionable young cub reporter, never let the facts get in the way of a good story.
What is fact, however, is that the Bears WERE top of the league, at least until Workington has the audacity to nick a dramatic win at Berwick on Saturday night.
Last week’s victory at Sheffield laid the foundations for that.
I fancied the Bears to nick a win at Owlerton, given the top heavy look of their side and the solid make-up of ours, but I never expected such a large winning margin.
Hugh Skidmore’s frightening back straight back straight lift-off which launched him up, over the fence and onto the dog track like a North Korean missile meant the victory came at a cost but fortunately he wasn’t too badly hurt. Get well soon Hugh.
It was a good night all round, apart from that.
There were TVs all over the stadium showing the football and the carvery was superb.
Honestly, give the carvery a go if you’re ever there. As you’ve probably gathered, I like my food and this really set me up for the night.
In the centre of the piled up plate was a veg volcano, erupting with hot gravy – poetry on a plate. I’m getting hungry just thinking about it.
But anyway, back to the speedway.
That win left the Bears needing a win in the return leg on Friday to go top of the fledgling Premier League.
I knew it was going to be a good night when my favourite takeaway offered to open half an hour early so I could have my obligatory Friday night parmo and still get to the track in time.
And there was never any doubt which way the points would go as the Bears marched to the summit.
The Comets then blazed their trail to top at the weekend, of course, but this week’s rain-shortened win over Rye House cut their advantage back down to a single point.
There’s a long way to go but here’s hoping we’ll have a lot more to celebrate as the season progresses.