The half caste guy, think his name was Moses, getting chased around Meadow Lane sodden wet pitch by about two dozen coppers, in his crombie , bowler hat and brolly and the coppers falling over in the mud like nine pins.
As our sixth goal went in against Everton in the 6-2 drubbing, my glasses flew off in the surging melee and disappeared into the massed throng below us in the Holte. I was convinced I'd have to watch the rest of the game in blur-o-vision, but then a complete stranger came up through the crowd from at least 20 feet further down and handed me back my specs. I can only assume that he knew they were mine from my screwed up face. They had landed in the hood of his parka and were in immaculate condition.
Quote from: Archbishop Herbert Cockthrottle on July 02, 2014, 09:44:56 AMAs our sixth goal went in against Everton in the 6-2 drubbing, my glasses flew off in the surging melee and disappeared into the massed throng below us in the Holte. I was convinced I'd have to watch the rest of the game in blur-o-vision, but then a complete stranger came up through the crowd from at least 20 feet further down and handed me back my specs. I can only assume that he knew they were mine from my screwed up face. They had landed in the hood of his parka and were in immaculate condition.Am I right in thinking there were only 17,000 at that game and it seemed like so many more given sasid melee's.