For one awful moment we feared that Squire Budleigh would be decapitated, but at the last second he magnificently got two hands to the speeding ball to produce a save that put Rice's 'De Gea' class effort versus Chester in the shade.
Now he's behind me... I thought the stalking had ended after Hereford away; but no, so it continues!!
I have waited thirty years for that perfect ball that flies from the pitch at a height that I can rise from my seat 'like a salmon' and return it to the field of play with a perfectly timed header that has the whole ground applauding in unison. But no... someone behind whipped it from me as I was about to deliver my coup de grâce!
After that embarrassment I decided to watch the second half elsewhere!