An elderly gentleman in a County scarf approached me (I recognised him as D. Jacket) and asked what time I was leaving for the ground...he looked at me with contempt as I mentioned that I was probably going to give the game a swerve and told me how he had it on good authority that a high court writ had been served and it looked like this would be the last ever County game!
With this devastating news he exited the pub and left towards the game in the pouring rain.
I was in shock!
Of course I drained my pint of bitter and sallied forth to the historic event.
On arrival at the ground I asked about four stalwarts in the sparse attendance about the writ...they all looked at me with scepticism and asked if I had been talking to Dosser, when I mentioned that I had they openly laughed at me....that’s when I noticed the old fool smirking at me.
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