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Playing basketball with my daughter in the garden this afternoon, I lobbed a couple of great shots in from afar, but then one audacious attempt bounced off the rim and went into next door's garden. I am going to have go and ask them, "Can I Have My Ball Back?" If they are on the ball themselves, they should hopefully say, "That's not really possible, Rich. Accept it's gone."
I was trying to keep both kids entertained solo and so was punctuating the basketball with a bit of metal detecting with Ernie. Our garden is so tiny and you'd think we found all the nails the first time, but we found a very fecund hole (in a bit we'd already searched) which included a random piece of metal, a door hinge with screws still in it and another blob of metal that looked like it had been melted and burned. I suspect this is the part of the garden where a previous owner lit fires. But Ernie wouldn't let me throw anything away. He's convinced he can sell all of this stuff. Tomorrow we go to the rather bigger garden of his grandparents, where a Roman amphora has already been found, so I am hoping this will be the last blog ever as I will shortly be retiring with my share of the treasure. Frankly I am disgusted that I have had this thing for a week now and have still found no treasure, even though I haven't ventured outside of our garden. What a con these so-called treasure-detectors are.
York City just needed to avoid a 3-0 defeat to stay in the National League today, but if they won it was possible that they could end up 15th. They would have needed a lot of results to go against them to go down and at half time it looked like they were super safe, but then most of the rival teams started winning and the creeping possibility that Borehamwood would score a goal in the last minute in their match and Solihull would score three goals in injury time in ours started to look possible,
But glorious York only lost 1-0 and the teams played out the last five minutes with an understanding that York wouldn't try to win if Solihull didn't try to score, so York ended up 20th and avoided relegation by one point. Which surely makes them the greatest football team in the league. They had done the absolute bare minimum to survive - unlike all the other teams which had got way more points than they needed. That's a real skill. Magic.
I have to think that, otherwise the season would have been an utter embarrassment. So no, York are amazing.
