And The Winner Is...

 Today, we should have been at Underhill, but the remnants of the snow have put paid to that. Instead, I find myself listening to the De-da derby. Five Live's Sport Extra service is broadcasting the Radio Sheffield commentary, which means the rest of the country get to discover just how biased their tame Wednesday pundit, John Pearson, is. The Wendys win, meaning they've done the double over the red half of Sheffield, and Pearson reaches new heights of unbearability. Mind you, it is the first time it's happened in 95 years, so I suppose he's got to make the most of it, as presumably none of us will be around when they do it again...

In the evening, we still have the scheduled London Millers raffle draw at the Doric Arch. Clarkey presides, my brother ventures over from Chelters for the event (and his missus wins a prize, so it's not entirely a wasted journey), the South Norwood Gentlemens' Rambling Association (Paul, Andy and Chris Turner) arrive bearing gifts following an extensive pub crawl of the Kentish Town area, Brad puts in an appearance and Ted joins us when he gets back from Darlo, to act – as he also does with the AGM in the summer – as the UN's neutral observer. We persuade the barmaid to draw the top prize (which is tickets and hospitality for the home game against Brentford if you're a Rotherham fan, £75 if you're not), and the winning ticket belongs to the granddaughter of Tom, our Bournemouth Miller. She may be a little bit too young to appreciate the sponsors' lounge at the DVS, so we suspect he'll take the cash. It's an enjoyable evening, and if you see us next season and we're clutching raffle tickets, buy a book. All the money goes towards sponsoring a matchball, mascot and even a players' kit, depending on how much we raise. We think it's a good cause...