Standing on the Kop for the 1st half, (I'm sure we used to kick that way in those days). Quick sixpenny transfer under the piss-stink County Road stand if we didn't. Making sure you didn't get your Doc Martins wet in Shippos Brook. Snow on the pitch but match still on with an orange ball. Proper men playing, jumpers for goalposts, selling your sister into servitude to buy some gruel. Poking your younger brother up the arris with a chimney sweeps rod so's he'd climb up the chimley, them wert days, serry.![]()