Remember that game as if it were yesterday. 3-1 The Dons, if I recall correctly.

Anyway, one of the lads in our group that day was a plumber. Hands all cut to ribbons due to his job. Well, that's what he told us, anyway!

Pigs took him away from the turnstyle area and questioned him - "where were you on the blah blah blah."

Amazing that even back then, even without forensics, they couldn't catch the culprit, when two cyclists witnessed somebody scrapping with the taxi driver on the pavement.