Bit of sport going on today. It was also Boro's first home game of the season and and we won. Though it was far from thrilling. Almost tempted to say "are you Karanka in disguise" to Gary Monk. We played really well for about 20 minutes in the first half when we scored but we a bit lucky in the end. Bamford and Christie were great but Assombalonga didn't look as good as Kike did on his home debut 2 seasons ago for me. It's early days and I'll be back there on Tuesday. It's still unconditional love for the team but I don't feel any obligation to give Boro any early season benefit of doubt after Gibson bizarre intervention in the general election campaign.
Me and Sham went for an exhilarating "sprint" this morning up and down the Tees from Stockton to Dinosaur Park and back.
Shamila swears she can't jog but lots of people run slower than we march. We didn't have any formal stops but there's an endless supply of brambles this year it would have been rude not to indulge.
Lots not quite ready but enough are ripe and gorgeous and the great thing about being an old man is you know exactly when they're ready.
We're going back again tomorrow to pick some to stock up for some bramble crumbles.
In celebration of my return I'm going to share a few old tunes so ....
More tomorrow.
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