I’ve let the team down. Now I must make amends

Send us Fan MailThis is a dark day. Outside, grey Manchester skies loom over damp pavements.Inside, my own mood is equally dark.Yesterday evening, I was preparing to eat a meal whipped up from an ancient can of beans and a residual piece of gammon I discovered lurking at the back of the freezer.A phone call from acting captain John, Reed, of East Cheshire chess Club. Are you playing tonight? he asked. I avoided a sarcastic answer such as ‘no I’m cooking my dinner’. My surprise was genuine. I don’t think so I said.You should be, we are playing at Stockport. John sounded weary rather than head-banging angry.Stay up-to-date with all of Tudor's podcasts, blogs and current affairs commentary by signing up to our newsletter! Email [email protected] to sign up!Follow Tudor on Twitter @TudortweetFollow Tudor's blogs:everydaycreativity.ukleaderswedeserve.wordpress.com