Tyke
I decided to go to Headingley yesterday, and I was delighted that Cassie could join me, as the market is closed on Sundays. On arrival, she asked a friendly steward “Is Tyke here yet?”
“There’s a thousand tykes here” he laughed.
“I mean THE tyke, the Doncaster Rovers and crossword fan” she replied.
“No, but he left a message. He suggested you go in the Football Stand.”
“Football? I’ve come to watch cricket”
“The Football stand is at one end of the cricket field, and the Leeds football ground is the other side” he informed her.
“But the Leeds football ground is miles away. We passed it 20 minutes ago” said Cassie.
“Ah, that was Leeds United. I’m talking about Rugby” he said.
“Cricket? Football? Rugby? I’m confused. Where can we get some food.”
The helpful steward pointed the way, “There’s a café just down there” he said.
“So we have to leave the ground?”
“You can’t leave the ground, as you haven’t come in yet”.
We were puzzled, but he explained “Go out, come in through these turnstiles with your tickets, and I will give you a pass-out.”
I felt like passing out. It was the start of a confusing but enjoyable day.