"I didn't realise Scotland was connected to England" (Ben Hood, Argyle 2009)

The impact of the touring party was felt early on in Glasgow. The first morning in Glasgow we wnet for a cheeky jog down to the Glasgow Green to inspect the future arena for the Pipe Band Champs. Whilst down there we indulged in a bit of kick to kick with the Sherrin kindly supplied by Matty. And when I say 'a bit of kick to kick', I mean we were firing sternum breaking spear passes over 50 m off a step. If the grass in the arena appears to have brown streaks in the 2009 World's DVD you know where the burn marks have come from. As we were putting on this exhibition we were approached by a member of the Glasgow Sharks Australian Rules Football Club and asked to come down to training. 10 hours in the country, already sporting stars. Signs looked good for the boys.

Another point of clarification. By 'cheeky jog' I should have written 'cheeky jog that has reduced the Chicken-hawk's walking gait to something that resembles Kerry Saxby at the end of a 50km Olympic walk (by his own admission). How the great men are falling apart! In fact, the three of us are such supreme physical specimens that after two jogs we had to hightail it to the nearest wee pharmacy and buy some joint ointment. Pathetic really.