Dear Diary,

I am delighted to inform you that Bristol City has at least one winner amongst its ranks. Me. Yes, I am the proud holder of the first piece of silverware to be lifted at Ashton Gate this season – the Bristol City Golf Day trophy.

It was a wonderful day for all involved and raised enough money to keep Buster Footman in short-sleeved T-shirts well into February. Danny Wilson and the first team squad joined us at Kendleshire Golf Course. Under the rules, each team from our corporate sponsors was given the handicap of having one City player in their ranks, whether they liked it or not.

Fortunately, this ensured an easy victory for yours truly, even though from our performances this season you'd think half the players spent their weekdays improving their swing.

It was a long day on the course for Danny, who picked Joe Burnell as his caddy to carry his bags. For some reason, Danny kept selecting the putter to drive off the tee, and picked the sand wedge whenever he eventually reached the green. Everyone told him his selection was wrong but he wouldn't have it. He went round in 435, which he insisted was “steady” and “no cause for alarm”, adding: “There's a little room for improvement but I thought on the day I was unlucky.”

Joe wasn't upset at being picked as Danny's bagman as it avoided a repeat of the unfortunate incident last year when he smashed a T-shot straight into some fans directly behind him. Apparently, he had trouble understanding the golfing concept that the player had to drive the ball forward rather than sideways or backwards.

Tony Butler kept putting his partners in impossible positions with shots which went astray and left them no hope of recovering the situation. It's strange because at last season's event he was a very reliable driver. This time out, he was too unpredictable and a bit of a liability for the team.

I'm not quite sure what happened to Tommy's team, but I saw one of them leave in an ambulance after a dispute over a bunker shot. We're reviewing some amateur video footage shot by a spectator in an effort to work out what happened.

Matty Hill kept slicing the ball and I'm not sure what Aaron Brown did for 18 holes because I only noticed him when he walked off at the end.

Miller looked great when we saw him play up at St Andrews , but his swing seems to have suffered since he came down here.

Lee Peacock played the quickest round and seemed eager to reach the 19 th hole.

And Danny Coles won the longest drive competition, which involved welting it aimlessly as far as possible.

Of course, there were a few players who couldn't make it.

Tinman was too busy on the seniors tour, even though he'd have outclassed most of this bunch.

Kevin Amankwaah couldn't be arsed to turn up. And when we asked Lee Matthews “What's your handicap?” he spent so long listing them that we left him behind. Simon Clist wasn't invited yet again, though Danny swears he may be considered for next year. And we did send an invite to Liam Rosenior as a good will gesture, but apparently it turned up late and he'd made other arrangements. Shame.

Anyway, who cares. At least I've had the chance to sing We Are The Champions this season. Whether I'll be doing it again in May depends on Danny and the boys. If not, some of them are going to be selecting a new club long before we play this tournament again next year.

Until next month, dear diary, adieu.

Steve