Weâd tried hurrying them out of their hotel only to hold up the team bus with a bunch of bagpipers on a death march. Weâd tried plonking a random pillar in the middle of their changing-room, interrupting the coachâs final instructions with blasts on the public-address, the last of which was an instruction to get on to the park where there was no opposition only more skirlers, ready to fill cauliflower ears with their demented racket. |