Two games. Two wins.

Sorry, time has just seemed to get away from me this week. It's probably the shock of finding both my kids on the winning side on the same weekend.

Nottingham 12 Spalding 5 in the Notts, Lincs and Derbyshire qualifiers. A tight match on an extremely slippy pitch (the aptly named Trent Pool pitch at Lady Bay). We had a surprise home advantage after they called to say they had waterlogged pitches. This was good for the parents, who were all smiling when we arrived; they are still getting used to the idea of travelling more than twenty miles to a match.

Nottinghamshire U16 3 Lincolnshire U16 0 in a game played in the pouring rain at Newark. The winning penalty was a good kick bearing the conditions in mind, as was the sixty minutes of defending that followed. The Newark groundsman (motto - "Grass grows by the inch but is killed by the foot") is unlikely to be impressed by the state of his pitch.

Both kids gave me a heart-stopping moment. I have come to expect it from Number Two son and as he secured the ball by throwing himself under the feet of the approaching Spalding pack. It isn't comfortable watching but he's a forward so it's what he does. But Number One son...

Whatever induced an elegant and somewhat willowy back to throw himself under the feet of the Lincolnshire pack to pull off the same feat? It's not natural. And neither is the Lincolnshire pack, a throwback to when dinosaurs roamed the earth if ever there was one.

Ah well, no training this Wednesday so I can catch up with my writing.