Seems you were right Ryan, I've been conscripted into the forlorn hope, one of many I hope!
We've had a look, no chance of doing anything on that slop today, this rain really needs to stay away, even if we can get any work done on it tomorrow afternoon we will still be wanting as many people as possible on Saturday morning.
A rosy hue settles all around
You've got the feel you're on solid ground
For a spell or two, no-one seems forlorn
This comes to pass if you see a unicorn
And all of this happens because the town is waiting,
Waiting for one game
Win, lose, draw, no-one knows
But a game that will grow up and turn tears to laughter,
Hate to love, war to peace and everyone to everyone's neighbour
And misery and suffering will be words to be forgotten, for90mins
It's all a dream, an illusion now
It can't come true, no time soon nohow
All across the land, dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass if the pitch was like a lawn