At the risk of mockery, and a gradual descent down the dangerous path towards half-and-half "friendship scarves", I did allow myself this slightly mawkish souvenir from yesterday:
There’s one photograph from yesterday I'll keep to myself. It shows a middle-aged man holding a player's shirt. There's absolutely no truth in the rumour he dispossessed an eight-year-old to gain custody of the garment.
Instead I'll just post a few pictures of the well-appointed but slightly odd ground that is Field Mill: