Remember going to MK dons back in the day when our fans spent most of the game singing if number oneeee was Andy Whing, if number two was Andy Whing
I do kind of miss the days in a way where such a bang average plodder like Andy Whing was a cult hero because of how shite the rest of the team...
Often wonder where we would be as a club if Gary Hart and Owusu hadn’t formed that lethal combination that somehow saved us from what seemed like inevitable relegation.