It's the ultimate Sunday of Winter 08/09 and with only a gnat's chuff between Fat-Boy and Brett, there's everything to play for - well actually there's Jack Shit to play for as Nance has contrived to leave the trophy at home. Cutie-Cutie is with the kids, Tate has a dodgy knee and all bar Brett are still stiff from Sandwell Park.

Added to which Fat-Boy is still pissed which means that Paddy Power starts laying off money on the Fat-Boy as he's generally at his most dangerous with a hangover. Brett's performance up the 1st (actually the 18th) emphasises the point. 

Fat-Boy, accompanied by Turbo and Mr. Grumpy - whose Friday form has completely disappeared, somehow contrive to take the front 9 by 5 points and Fat-Boy's nnnnnineteen is looking ominous. DJ has also lost the plot.

Brett rallies on the back nine as Fat-Boy starts to tire and it's a 3-way tie for top spot between Fat-Boy, Nance and Turbo who is a model of consistency coming home. Brett is one point further back. The lead 3-ball lose the back 9 but hang on for the match.

In the final analysis Fat-Boy takes the winter trophy by the narrowest of margins 0.01. Brett, who has led throughout the winter has to settle for second place and eff-all. It's a cruel game.

