Well, no match for me today, but there was a match for everyone.
It was the 2019 Cricket World Cup final, where England played New Zealand, and people played their cardiologists.
I watched most of the first half, then couldn't bear to watch England's batting! I believe I am a curse you see.
I went to watch a chunk of the match at our club, where our resident genius chef made some excellent asian style kebabs, and we had a lot of fun playing knockabout cricket while our brilliant cricket tea-maker slogged her son out of the net a few times.
I then took myself off for a long walk to distract myself, believing that England were doomed, by photographing a beautiful banded demoiselle resting on a tree by the barge pub. It didn't know about the cricket. A brass band were playing in the castle grounds, luckily they weren't broadcasting the match score.
I checked in back in my flat and thought we'd had it. I then flogged myself to death on my exercise bike for an hour, waiting and waiting for the score to flash up on an app. It never did, leading to me to suspect, correctly as it turned out, that a super over was required, a super over that England won.
Phew! My nerves were unbearable as it was without watching it, my Tourettes would have been insane.
But it has been a good day! Hope we get a lot more kids coming into the club now.