I felt like screaming abuse at the car radio.
There I was driving through a Yorkshire blizzard listening to a match summariser, on hearing of another postponement, moan about the “nanny state”: the commentator ridiculously congratulated West Brom on their game going ahead.
Have I got this wrong? Weren’t we all told not to drive unless it’s absolutely necessary? I can’t help but contrast the attitude of the two clubs whose games I was scheduled to do over the weekend.
As early as Friday morning, Liverpool asked the Premier League to allow them to call off yesterday’s game against Spurs: quite rightthough why it took the League over four hours to say “yes” is beyond me.
Hull were inexcusably bullish until the postponement of their game against Chelsea, which is why I had to set off at lunchtime on Friday. I knew I couldn’t wait until the Saturday because I would have had no chance of making it.
Sitting in a miserable motel in Pontefract, my phone rang at 6pm telling me Hull had finally found the wit to call it off. Their stance may have been ‘macho’ but I thought it grossly irresponsible. Only fools thought that game should have happened and I’ll have to fight hard to forget my experience next time Hull’s situation might be deserving of sympathy.