Racing short distance pigeons with my old man,we used to put the rubber in a match box,run round to the Globe Inn window and give the clocker the box with the rubber in,the sec. would write who had handed the box in.This particular day was my turn to run.A red cock arrived and no other pigeon had been seen,my dad bounced out of the loft and straight back in,again out and again back in,this seemed to happen for ages before he passed the matchbox to me.On return I asked him what the **** he was doing only to be told his braces had been stuck on the door latch.I think we still won that one,after alterations to the latch