serves three varieties of lager. The first is the sort favoured by adventurous spinsters between visits to National Trust gardens in the Home Counties and invariably served in halves with a lemonade top. The second is a decent brew, chemically speaking
, handsomely equipped with gleaming new kit and branded shirts, courtesy of an imaginative and far-seeing sponsor. While I, the ageing privateer, was clad in exactly the same kit I wore finishing second to last in the 1962 Middlesbrough Boys’ High School Cross
