46 sorries
Forty-six. That's how many times I said sorry at Tuesday's mixer. I counted. I count things when I'm nervous, it's a whole thing.
46 sorries in two hours. That's one every two and a half minutes.
Tales from the tramlines. Real club players, real shanked volleys, real WhatsApp groups that got out of hand.
Forty-six. That's how many times I said sorry at Tuesday's mixer. I counted. I count things when I'm nervous, it's a whole thing.
46 sorries in two hours. That's one every two and a half minutes.
Three people from other clubs have now asked me "how do you run your mixer" so here's my answer and it's going to disappoint you because it's one thing.
Spread the good players out.