No hand held radios - or mobile phones in those days. You got to the ground and found out.
Like driving to all the way to QPR for instance or pulling our mates car over and legging it along the hard shoulder of the M56 from ours to relay the news that the match at Newton Heath was off.
Dressed as a Nun.
To add insult to injury, over a pint in the Swan on the A4576, we found out that the match had been called off while we were in the fancy dress shop in Hall Green.
