City were well beaten by QPR, 3-0. Gary Johnson, never one to beat about the bush, said “It was a very poor performance. We started off poorly and got progressively worse. We were second best and that is why we got beaten.” Just as well you can’t be worse than second in a game of football, as we’d probably have been a distant third if Nailsea Under 15s had been playing too. Adebola, our new striker, hit the post, but otherwise it seems to have been a pretty abysmal effort. Ah well, worse things happen, but a remarkable thing about our league position is that, depite still being 3rd, we have a negative goal difference of minus 1. I’m no stato, but I’d be interested to know when a club was last 3rd in the Championship having conceded more goals than they’d scored – maybe we have the dubious distinction of being the first!

While City were being thumped at QPR, England were being beaten at rugby by Wales down the road at Twickenham. I was visiting my dear old Mum, and we started watching the game when England were winning by a significant margin, I think it was 19-3. “The trouble with rugby“, said I to her, with the air of somebody who knows a lot more about the game than I do, “is that once a side gets ahead like this, the other side hasn’t got a hope of catching up, and it’s really boring.” Almost as I said this, Wales scored a penalty to start one of the most dramatic comebacks in sporting history – England didn’t score another point, and Wales stormed to a win, 26-19. Maybe sports punditry is not for me…

And so to golf, the only sport that I actually do, rather than pontificate about from the stands or the sofa. And, surprisingly enough, the sporting weekend was crowned with yet another hefty defeat. Dave and I were well beaten by Bill and Nigel, but the game was thoroughly enjoyable, and played in conditions which, whilst cold and windy, could have been a lot worse.

So, all in all, a pretty disappointing sporting weekend. I’m soon going to be the part-owner of a racing pigeon. The poor bird is doomed.