The smile’s fading, but at least it’s still there… or is it a smirk I’m seeing? When it comes to Worcester, the cavaliers’ isn’t too healthy a track record: played 2, lost 2. But at least you could count on them to put up a bloody good fight against a tough old adversary – a trait that, it pleases me no end to say, continues to this very day. First off, it took Cromwell’s ‘oppoes two months to nail ‘em in the Siege of Worcester in 1646; five years later, the underdogs once more stood their ground as best they could against a massive army that cost 3,000 dead at The Battle of Worcester. And now, here we go again as apparently overwhelming forces appear to have it in for the poor old cavs and The Faithful City – this time with a vision of sweeping away the pub that bears the name of one of them as the drive towards building houses on every square yard of Britain marches onwards. Strikes me cash-strapped Punch Taverns were only too happy to go along with the plan too, but here comes the fight-back… Seems there’s a clause tucked away somewhere in the legal jargon of The Cavalier‘s original deeds from around 1968 that decrees it has to remain as a pub for 100 years from that date. Admittedly, there’s only a tidge over half a century left, but at least the scene is set for another hotly-contested re-match between the Cavaliers and Worcester with law’n’order on their side and the massed ranks of baddies on the other. We’re not called The Faithful City for nothing – Civitas in bello et pace fidelis (‘The City faithful in war and peace’ – or as Bob Backenforth’s Worcester Pubs Then and Now only ever so slightly bastardises it: ‘Civitas in beero et pubbi fidelis ‘The City faithful to its beer and its pubs‘) so the battle-lines are drawn and I know which side I’m on. We’re with you, Tracey (Tracey Franklin – manager).