City fans themselves of course have put up with plenty of drivel over the years, and fell as low as the third tier themselves. Alright, it's not quite homelessness and near extinction, but they won't be entirely without perspective, one hopes.
"The Businessman moved forward, with a silence about his footsteps that would have been quite unnerving, had there been another soul around to fear it. But there was no-one, with the exception of the Small Man, and not a sound but that of the raindrops now clattering the cracked and broken...
Ooooh, excellent :clap2: Is this like one of those exercises at school where you write one bit of a story, then pass it on for the next person to write a bit more, and so on until it's finished?
Very atmospheric already, by the way. I like it :thumbsup:
He was indeed. That first season there really did represent a footballing low-point unrivalled even by the infamous Hereford season.
Lawrence Davies. Micky Bennett. Jamie Moralee :ohmy:
For some reason, it always sticks in my mind that it took five different motorways (and a few A roads) to get there- M23, M25, M26, M20, M2. That rather sums up what a ludicrous arrangement it was.
I remember this well. I think he was a Mansfield Town keeper. The crowd- insofar as there was one- behind the goal serenaded him with "Sting when you're winning" and "What a waste of honey"
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I missed the first couple of games there. Then I think my Mum got fed up with having me and Dad...