We used to hang around on a clifftop beach-dune-top cafe ten minutes walk from the ground that sold the best hot chocolate EVER! It was probably insipid and awful, but my memory now nothing could beat it. We'd leave there at around 2:15ish and the streets near the ground were alive, the atmosphere in the ground even half an hour before kick-off, electric. Now I sit and get cold. I think I'd swap the warm piss on the back of my leg for the atmosphere in the Fulwell -vs- the SoL.
one of the best things i remember from my early years was that skunkcastle seemed absolutly miles away........as if it was a foriegn land ......now it just seems like they are miles behind the rest of the world............. is that progress?
Aye mate but so is life and the seat won't be wasted cos my son will take one of his mates, hope he brings better luck than i do.
