Now. I look at that beautiful moment. And I wonder how on EARTH anybody could ever, EVER have concluded that something as spontaneously joyful as that could possibly be improved by the addition of goal music.
Some people really just don't understand.
Indulge me with a little Jumpers For Goalposts moment.
Paying £2 to get in. The smell of Bovril from the East Terrace. Standing on a beer crate. Perimeter adverts for Radio Rentals, Redifusion, Bollom Dry Cleaners, the Seagull Line. The ever present broken windows in the back of the West Stand...
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The future is bright, but the past still painful. I would give a lot just to be back there for one moment, just to see if it's all like I remember it.