Just to keep the record entirely kosher I was not an octogenarian when I was arrested by the Met's finest, I was only 79 when I went to the defence if a young Villa fan dragged by his feet down the terraces for smoking a cigarette. I was 47 when I was arrested at Carrow Rd for complaining that a burger van was selling under cooked meat, and only 18 when I finished up in Steelhouse Lane for lighting a fire in Aston Park when we queued for final tickets overnight in 1957.