One Boxing Day in the eighties after a particularly lucky win at Filbert Street, the Leicester fans were on the pitch and hurling abuse and other stuff at us from the other side of a police cordon. Albion fans: "We blame the parents!"
Also at Oldham around the same time with the wind and rain...
We'd all had a beer or two. I was leaning on the kitchen door while my friend was making a curry. He spilt the cumin seeds and, as he tidied them up, said "Waste want, not not". From the lounge, I heard our mate call out "Who's there?". I was laughing so hard it took me ages to explain to them...
All done, including a gratuitous reference in the comments box to the old Manor Ground, which I visited often while working in Headington (Aldridge & Houghton era). Hopefully this will swing the argument decisively in your favour. Good luck.
Oh boy! May he rest in peace. A key player in the soundtrack to my life from the day I bought my my first single with a birthday record token - For Your Love by the Yardbirds.
I’d love to talk about VAR but with a clear distinction between two elements. There is the technology that allows incidents to be examined forensically and repeatedly until the facts are laid bare for all to see. Let’s call that VAR1.
Then there is the implementation of the technology. This...
I remember being very excited to see Ossie Ardiles and Glenn Hoddle together for Keith Birkinshaw's Spurs at the Goldstone. We lost 2-0 as I recall, mainly because of Steve Perryman who kept taking the ball off us and giving it to one of them.
Me too. And there was a clear and unequivocal winner of the duel too. I thought we were very brave to go man to man against Almiron, Wilson and Saint-Maximin, but it allowed us to dominate midfield, especially when Newcastle tired. All this thanks to Dunky and Potter's trust in his back three.
Bananarama for me. Vaguely pretty girls with lipgloss in dungarees who look like they might be a handful. No standout tracks but fun to both watch and listen to.