I found a fiver!

Let me set the scene. I'm returning from a wonderful last minute 7-6 victory for my 5-a-side football team, our inspirational on-pitch leader had managed to go toe to toe with two of the opposition, throw them to the floor and not get sent off, England football team had lost and played so badly it was funny and I had managed to fight my way through the twenty five feet of grit on the roads; life could not be much better.

I get out of the car and move the seat to get my water bottle from it's normal position of having fallen out of the cup holder and rolled under the seat. And there is was. In all it's pristine glory - a 10 year old £5 note, folded funny and with a slight tear in the corner. I look at it like Paris Hilton's daddy must look at her. Sure it's a bit messed up but it's mine. I head off inside with a smile on my face.

And that's the end of that story.

This isn't the first time I have found a fiver on a football night. Before Christmas I was getting ready to go out to the field of play, wearing my rain jacket when I put my hand in my pocket and found £5.50! This is not unusual as football cost £3:50 and £5:50 is the right amount of change I would get from £10 from someone who can't add up and on the odd days they can add up they never have any change.

I zip the pocket up and put my jacket down behind the goal safe in the knowledge that I can now buy 6 John West "Tuna with a Twist" sachets with my new found wealth.

And that's the beginning of that story.

I have lost a fiver!

I go to wash my football kit at some point before Christmas.

After you've washed the 100th packet of Wrigley's Extra in a pair of jeans then you tend to get a helpful form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and check the pockets of everything you wash. I find 50p in my rain jacket. It takes me a while to figure out where this had come from and my joy at finding 50p is tempered by the fact that I have lost a £5.

In fact this joy is so tempered, I only remembered I had found 50p when I was hanging out the washing the other day and the 50p, and a packet of Wrigley's Extra, fell out of the pocket of the jeans I was wearing when I washed washed my football kit a month previous.

And that's the middle of that story.