You’re just a bunch of Antwerps

I could have written loads about Saturday but I let Danny Last have that pleasure here.

The first thing I remember about Sunday morning was Deaks running around the room in his pants telling us we had 20 minutes to get up.  I vaguely remember events from the night before.  There was a party in the Royal Antwerp players bar.  We accosted the Antwerp captain and made him sign a napkin and then told him it was a contract to play for Lewes. Continue reading