I remember a Leeds game in the mid 90s, possibly SBL's first season, when it was fucking baltic. It wasn't even a night game either. Was sat on the front row of the upper Holte and the wind was cutting across the park, game finished 0-0, Brian Deane was playing on the left wing for them and I don't think i've ever wanted a final whistle to blow so much so I could get back to a nice warm pub.
I actually remember being at that game, 2nd January 1995 and Brian Deane in particular was an absolute donkey for them; the game was so forgettable that it was unforgettable as being one of the worst games between 2 sides I've ever seen!
It was memorable for the fact that mid rant at the aforesaid Deane from the second row of the Upper Witton Lane I inadvertently hocked up a pavement oyster of considerable size. We all watched and as if in slow motion this accidental gob span through the air and landed in the hair of the girl sitting in front. Instinctively I reached out to wipe it off but Nodge off of H+V grabbed my wrist to save my embarrassment because she hadn't noticed.
It sat there through the rest of the game, and I stared at that more than I looked at the pitch. Given the weather I hoped it eventually froze and dropped off in transit as she made her way home and she lived the rest of her life in ignorant bliss.....
Of course every time someone mentions Brian Deane.....
There was a bluenose couple in front of us in the Holte on ****** night. She had a Brian May hairstyle and there was so much chewing gum in it by the end of the match she probably had to go to the barbers for a skinhead the next day.
