A piece of that pitch is also growing in what was my Mum's back garden. Before I planted it there I had it in a box on my window sill. Great fun and memories of cutting the grass with a pair of scissors.
I remember Wimbledon coming to HQ and the late, great Alan McDonald marking John Fashanau, for 90 minutes it was like watching WWE and every now and then a football match would break out between them. Neither man threw himself down like he'd been shot, neither appealed for anything and at the final whistle they were the 1st 2 to shake hands. Happy days
