Long after my own team had been knocked out of this year’s Spring Fours in Stratford-on-Avon (the most prestigious and enjoyable tournament of the year), I was still glued to the action. And even more so when the two teams who made it to the final turned out to be two I normally root for — the Allfrey team (they’re all pals) and the wonderfully witty and charismatic Irish Open team (but don’t go drinking with them unless you have a strong head).