I took up my rightful position down the Witton End that day, refused to be intimidated as did my mates. Did we have some fun after Little scored. I have to admit it was safer then than now. Could still get hairy though.I may have posted this before, a friend of mine was diagnosed with MS and attended therapy sessions that included John Robson. They struck up a friendship and used to go fishing together. From what he told me, Robson's wife baled out on him and, by the time he died he was less than well off. I have no proof of this only the word of mouth of my friend who I can't imagine making it up.