Mission Aborted Part Two

With Boxing Day's game against Darlington having been called off (I blame Darloids doing the Indian Snow Dance for the postponement, but when I call Ted back in London he remains strangely quiet on the subject), Jenny and I are a little more optimistic as we meet up at Rotherham station ahead of our scheduled one o'clock kick-off at Chesterfield. There's been no news of an inspection and it's not been that cold overnight. Unfortunately, two minutes after the train pulls out of Sheffield, I get a call from my parents. The ref has arrived at Saltergate and promptly called the game off. Jenny calls her brother to let him know, as he's taking some friends to the game. He says it's been called off in the few minutes between him leaving home, having seen a piece on Sky Sports News where Chesterfield's groundsman has said he has no doubts the game will go ahead, and reaching the home of one of those friends.
All we can do is get off at Chesterfield as scheduled, where a phalanx of large policemen is waiting for the travelling Millers contingent, and turn round. Standing in the vestibule of the Cross-country train which very helpfully pulls in a couple of minutes later, we get chatting to a girl who's going from Tamworth to York to visit friends. She's not having the best of trips - she's had to stand most of the way and she's decided to wear a frock for a day out which involves ice skating - but she's pleasant company for the short journey back to Sheffield.
We've got half an hour to kill before the next train to Rotherham, so we take the opportunity to visit the new Sheffield Tap bar on the station. First impressions are good - there are eight Thornbridge Brewery beers on draught, a selection of assorted fruit beers, wheat beers, lagers and ciders and, for the wusses among us (yep, that's me!) a nice cup of coffee. With filled rolls being delivered while we're there, this is a place we'll be visiting again - and hopefully next time there will be some football involved, too!