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No, it was the year after that I reckon, on bonfire night or very close to it. They were firing rockets at us, and vice versa. We lost. 2-0 or 2-1 I think.

I know it's not a general rule, but I recall standing on the South Bank at Molineux in the mid-sixties (or slightly after), and there were an awful lot of us.

Best way to be. My late father-in-law retired at 65, subsequently sold his house, and spent his money travelling. He passed last year at 99 and 11 months, having still been visiting his son in NZ in his mid nineties. He lived in a sheltered flat in Evesham that only cost him a couple of hundred...

Yes, he was at Cradley for a good few years.

Just noticed that Colin Pratt, who died a few days ago, hasn't been mentioned yet. You'd need to be a speedway fan to know who he was, but he was important at Brandon and one or two other tracks. Good man too.

Yes, loved that, even though it wasn't 'my' genre. Always remember seeing Paul & Barry's mum Marion in panto (aladdin I think, but not sure) at Cov Theatre (must've been very early sixties, or even fifties). Fell in love with her there! RIP Barry.

I'm off the ale atm (fighting the flab, doncha know) but that sounds like one I'd like. Maybe next month though...

As Macca says, you're all reaffirming my absolute despair of allocated seating. Give me a terrace where I can just keep moving away from the utter half-cut morons.

There appear to be quite a few come over from Brum, and there'll be a perfectly adequate stadium available there post Commonwealth Games. 18000 seats after the games. More than enough. Just saying.

I'd love to know what percentage of those actually paid to get in.

Oh, and I remember the mascot incident too, although I can't recall who it was that day (either Claire, Nigel, or Mark Harrison. Possibly Claire iirc). Whatever; went down like a sack of shit. Quite funny at the time, but I recall the Harrisons overdoing the outrage afterwards. Just like them...

The tutting at the bar should be a national sport. Cov fans would win the league every year. John Addleton was a lovely man. Hated Bedford. Loved Old Deer Park (and always fancied buying a pad in Richmond). He always used to pass the flask around on away trips, and always made sure my daughter...

To be fair, I once had two old geezers come rolling past me on the Cowshed terrace, having what could only be described as a contretemps. When they got to the bottom, neither having managed to land a punch, they got up to ironic cheers, glowered at each other, and went their separate ways. I was...

And that's why I never, ever go to internationals (and haven'tbeen to Twickenham in over 20 years. The RFU can go fuck themselves and their mothers. All about 'elite' rugby, and corporate dickheads.

Ha. Overrated. And I never drink (anything) at the ground anyway. Really pisses me off when people are in and out past me in my gangway seat. Just get your beer in before kick-off or drink it in the fckn bar! Twats.

Their characters. But they can drop into Horrible Histories or their own selves occasionally too, if they like. As long as I can sit facing Katy Wix too...

When in 'drinking phase' I'd really hate to count units. I swill cider (real cider, mind, not Bulmers or Thatchers type shite) and Jamesons/Goslings like it's going out of style. And that's just at home. I probably go in a pub once a year (and don't enjoy it), and never drink at a match. I'm...

True that. Very poor. Must try the veg-based ones then, by the sound of it.

Not watched yet, but looking forward to doing so.

Graham just gets better and better. It seems we're lucky to have him. My missus was reading an article the other day about his troubled youth. Seems he attempted to end it all, but somehow the rope gave way. Thank God. I guess that kind of thing shapes the rest of your life somewhat.