So here we are again pop-pickers. The snow is not laying all about and is not therefore deep and crisp and even. It does not exist. Instead December has arrived with what you might term typical November weather - grim skies and a permanent fog of fine rain.
Which is all to the good because it puts me in mind of the climatic conditions I liked to encounter when I visited the first place to be honoured in this year's calendar. This may very well be the only time that anyone has listed Nuneaton as a place they loved visiting, but if I had to name my favourite away fixture it would be Nuneaton Old Edwardians - a tough match played in heavy mud and usually in the rain, in fact once and memorably in the snow with the lines swept clear.
It tells you a lot about Big Fat Pig as a player that what he really needed to enable him to thrive was mud that slowed the game to his pace. It's a dirty old job but someone has to do it. Happy, happy times. Favourite iteration - Nuneaton OE 1st XV: 6, Aston OE 1st XV: 16. The Pig was captain that day in what everyone who saw it deemed a dreadful game of rugby to watch. The true glory is in playing. I still miss it.
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