IAIN FLETCHER

returned, they started to hammer the Salford forwards again.

Down the Salford end once more and a drop-goal one pointer by Briers.

'Good thinking' said the commentator, Stevo on the box.

'Good thinking' said the gambler, Fletch in his lounge.

'Two scores needed now by Salford and Warrington get the ball

back,' said Stevo. 'Seven points in the lead now and we get the ball back,' said

Fletch.

Once more I was happy. Seven points may not seem that much, and they are not, but Warrington were wide awake and Salford were knackered.

So much so that the final 10 minutes brought two more scores for Warrington and a flattering 19-point winning margin.

Not that I cared. Lots of smackers were all that concerned me and I had them, although I had been made to work for them and had lost a pound or two in sweat Down the pub I went, Saturday night in the local, to banter with the men and flirt with the daughters.

'Done much Fletch?' 'Nah, not really.'

Well, how would you explain it to those that live in the normal world?

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