What a day. My son Ben and I arrive at Norwich Train Station at 11.30am on Saturday morning on our way to the Southampton game only to find our train's been cancelled. 
Nothing new in that but it should have been the alarm bell warning that today was not going to be a good one. 
After sitting on a hot, dirty packed train to Cambridge and arriving at Kings Cross and to find the Hammersmith and City line wasn't running any sane person with parental responsibilities, would surely have said 'come on son let's go to the pub'.