Get up. Get children up (this is harder than it sounds given two of them are now as large as I am and the third is deaf).

Argue with children about cycling. Argue with children about going to the Stoop at all. Argue with children about being late.

Cycle to drama class with children. Go to local cafe and have a full English, read or listen to an audiobook while consuming gallons of tea. Get up to collect children. Realise I need to pee. Go to gents. Then go and collect children. Argue with children about cycling. Argue with children about going to the Stoop. Argue with Mrs Poorfour about her not feeling safe about cycling to the Stoop.

Cycle to the Stoop. Lock up bikes. Frantically transfer tickets to our email addresses because no-one except me can remember where their cards are and they forgot to do the transfers. Go through gates. Get food. Get beer. Stroll along the East Stand trying to work out where new seats are (we relocated 2 years ago but this will be the first time we get to use them).

Enjoy match. Embarrass children by shouting too loudly. Unlock bicycles. Argue with family about cycling home. Cycle home. Lock up bikes at home. Collapse from emotional exhaustion. Frantically revise Laws preparatory to reffing colts match on Sunday.

Get a bus to the ground. Go home on a bus. Complain on here about some slack defence and the team switching off for periods. Console myself with the 5 league points.

I think I will head to the Sussex for 12 and then see where the wind bloweth.

If you're going to have 12 pints before the match the wind might well blow you over

Head down to the sailing club, rig boat, go for a sail for a couple of hours. Come back, pack up. Have a beer from the bar whilst waiting for kids to shower and change and get dry. Go home, watch it recorded on BT box (🙏 hopefully) I'll be there in spirit.

You all have such exciting Saturday mornings and trips in to the Stoop. I’ll probably do a bit of gardening then have lunch before leaving on foot for my 40 minute walk to the ground. Have a chat with my seat neighbours watch game and then off to pub in Twickenham to watch the Bees v Liverpool while enjoying some beers.

Can’t wait for a full stoop again!!! So excited.

Will we hear some of the new songs, ‘stand up if you love the Quins’ or Marcus smith’s “goose stepping” song. Even getting a couple of renditions of “champione champione ole ole ole”.

The atmosphere at the semi and then the final from us lot were major factors, so once again we need to bring it this season and cheer the lads all the way!

Definitely think a few "Champione!"s are in order! Good idea!!!

Get up. Get children up (this is harder than it sounds given two of them are now as large as I am and the third is deaf).

Argue with children about cycling. Argue with children about going to the Stoop at all. Argue with children about being late.

Cycle to drama class with children. Go to local cafe and have a full English, read or listen to an audiobook while consuming gallons of tea. Get up to collect children. Realise I need to pee. Go to gents. Then go and collect children. Argue with children about cycling. Argue with children about going to the Stoop. Argue with Mrs Poorfour about her not feeling safe about cycling to the Stoop.

Cycle to the Stoop. Lock up bikes. Frantically transfer tickets to our email addresses because no-one except me can remember where their cards are and they forgot to do the transfers. Go through gates. Get food. Get beer. Stroll along the East Stand trying to work out where new seats are (we relocated 2 years ago but this will be the first time we get to use them).

Enjoy match. Embarrass children by shouting too loudly. Unlock bicycles. Argue with family about cycling home. Cycle home. Lock up bikes at home. Collapse from emotional exhaustion. Frantically revise Laws preparatory to reffing colts match on Sunday.

Where do you leave your bikes?