The designer clothes were always a southern club thing in the 80s. The terraces of northern clubs were full of donkey jackets and pit boots.
Makes me laugh seeing young lads in their bright colours now. As if they’ve arranged who is wearing what colour. Red, yellow, blue, purple. The look like the fecking sgt pepper lonely hearts club.

Jumping over a wall, a turnstile or running through a security gate is a lost art. Very rarely paid to get into Millmoor and coming up with new ways when we was kids was half the fun of the day.