Me, the ex-wife and three of the kids were on the Turf on a Tuesday night for a game in the old Third Division.

Stan was the manager.

Manchester City were the visitors and we were five - nil down in no time.

The Citeh fans were singing in full voice in a whole hearted rendition of "Blue Moon".

Suddenly the pi$$ed up Apache otherwise known as Rocky, stood up and shouted as only he could, "Attack, attack, attack, attack attack !"

We will miss you buddy.