I am finally going to see the Leicester Tigers play a Premiership game. I’m going this Saturday with my step son…wow that still sounds strange when I say it. We are going to the temple of British rugby and I cannot wait. You know I love my rugby and I am prone to shout at the telly when something exciting happens. If you watched last Sunday’s game you can imagine what was happening in our living room. The Tigers were down by 2 points and they waited until the clock had 83 minutes on it, (for non rugby people this is 3 minutes into extra time and one dead ball ends the game), before they attempted a drop goal. The Captain stepped up and took the kick himself (I love good leadership). I held my breath as the ball wobbled over and they won 20-19. I finally exhaled and felt exhausted from the effort of watching this heart stopping match. As exciting as it was I’m not sure my blood pressure could take another one of those this week. Watch this space for the update after Saturday’s match.