11th April:

The milk of human kindness may not yet have got totally off, but there is a distinctly curious whiff emanating from the fridge door.

Football fans are a funny lot. The more successful your team happens to be, the greater the likelihood that a section of your support will be baiting the opposition fans from behind police lines and then trying to kick the shit out of them in the car park after the match.

The travelling fans of those teams who recently played in Rome and Seville were quick to blame the local police for charging into sections of the stadia, batons drawn, at the first sign of things 'kicking off'. However, you do have to question the mentality of those same fans who then hung around to see what was going to happen next. Personally, at the sign of the first chair whizzing over my head i'd be up and off. Call me chicken if you want to, but I have enough sense to realise that flying chairs are not generally a good thing and may well serve as a prelude to other, more elaborate expressions of discontent. I'm not suggesting that anyone in the terraces deserved to have their have their heads cracked open, but every good schoolboy knows that you shouldn't really storm towards the barriers where the opposition fans are, nor should you start throwing the furniture around when the police forcibly suggest to you that your actions were less then desirable to them. Ah, the Englishers abroad, eh?

Wouldn't happen during a game of Rugby.