“I’m loving it” he says. “I had steak and chips on Friday night. Not a scrap of pasta to be seen.”
It rarely comes as a startling shock to find Lumsdon in jocular mood. At Carlisle United and his other clubs, this was never a man likely to be mistaken for a shrinking violet. From his corner of the dressing room came jokes, pranks, breezy interviews and the particular brand of ‘banter’ which sustains spirits in good and bad times.