I do miss those days when, for example, finding pre-season results was a genuine errrmmm find. I seem to recall a list of fixtures in the back of a newspaper (on some distant summer holiday) where we’d beaten an Arsenal XI or similar... I thought, wow! We’ve arrived. Sadly we had not.
I miss...
The exact same thing happened with my parents... I had to dig out the number from a programme to convince them I hadn't been ringing one of those 60 second **** lines... Naturally I'd hung on for five minuets or more at times, my dad was probably secretly impressed.
Alas the £35 it all cost was...