Re: The state we're in

Blackpool my first game......think it was 2-2, might have been 0-2, effed if I can remember. I’m getting as forgetful as Spike.

Would have been around 1968. The next door neighbour took me, he would have took me sooner but the old man insisted my first game should be one where the chance of a big scrap was small.

Once I lost my cherry though..that was it, every game so long as the neighbour would take me, and that was every game. He had daughters, I think he might have liked to have had a son.

Train Tyseley to Bordesely, up the hill, lifted over turnstile, up the steps to corner between paddock and railway end, with tiny terrace and tea shed and then pick yer seat, any seat. That huge expanse of bright effing green, the aromas, the mop and Tilton suddenly becoming packed as if by some divine dropping of spirits.

The effing wags.

Magic.