Wimbledon away at Plough Lane in November 1989- the first and only time I ever went there. The four of us got to London at around midday off the M1, piece of piss- all we had to do was drive through London and get to the ground. Even for London standards, the traffic was horrendous and it took hours, we eventually got south of the river and was running out of time and started to panic looking through the A to Z for clues and was totally lost, and eventually reached the ground 30 minutes after the kick off. At least we got in but missed David Platt putting us 1 nil up earlier; we eventually won 2-0 with a crowd of less than 6000 with about half of them being Villa fans.
