Back from the (nearly) dead

Here we are again, on the brink of another season and guess what? It's raining! Of course! This is England, land of inappropriate weather. It's been bone-dry for weeks, but as soon as leather threatens to meet willow, it pisses down. Ah well, it was ever thus. You tend to forget just how much of the summer is traditionally spent squinting at the sky and willing rain clouds to bugger off.

There were times over the winter when I thought the club wouldn't make it this far, we were "between pubs", skint and consumed by apathy. Thankfully, things have now changed for the better. We've relocated to the Golden Ball and unearthed a clutch of handy new players.

Now all we need is a bit of sunshine...