Dragging myself out of be on Saturday november 4, 2006 in anticipation of the “heart attack” of a breakfast including scrambled eggs, bacon, beans, hash browns, something that club liason officer Werner Trachsel tells me are “sausages” (where DO white sausages come from I wonder?) that oft precedes a day of non-stop inaction up in the Eagles nest – sets you up nicely for the marathon ahead. Total concentration is the order of the day, for 11 hours straight, without a break, not daring to blink, praying that the scoreboard doesn’t play up.
