So, one sunny afternoon the lads gather for the usual friendly game of ball in Bushy Park.

As you do.

Plenty of available pitches.

The 60-minute ‘warm-up’ ritual is still taking place . . . . when a van came charging across the park.

Kinda like a young Brian Miller!

And slithered to a halt amongst a bunch of very bemused lads.

‘Have yuz a permit to play on this pitch here?’

Officialdom at it’s very best.

And wearing a cap.

Very important that, when trying to intimidate 36 ‘hairy legs’.

Suffice it to say that we stayed -- he didn’t.