Fúcking hell Sir C!

[redgunamo]

Like most of us grammar school boys that got drawn to Highbury, Hornby included, when hanging out in the North Bank I was very good at looking the part. When the violence started I was also very adept at being right in there hollering and pushing but making sure I wasn't risking any need for dental surgery. I even graduated to the Clock End later - same thing - total poseur.

My Dad was pwopah born and bred so all I had to do was basically affect his persona and I could get away with it. Still comes in handy now sometimes, truth to tell.

Sounds familiar, to be honest. We always had to keep rather Stumm though, as our high-pitched nasal Shires-reared braying would give us away.

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

I was deeply scared in many places in those days. Old Trafford, Lids, West Brom. Nasty.

Secretly thanking Christ for the police escort back to the station

[SWv2]

I'm sorry mate. There was only ever really a small hardcore doing the rucking. Most of us were there for a laugh.

I came back from some northern shítholes with a few cuts and bruises when my escape routes were blocked if that helps but I never really had the soul of a pit-bull. I can't kick another man in the head when he's down because I wouldn't want to kill him.

Can I at least pretend you were a hard as nails terrace machine?

[Herbert Augustus Chapman]

Can I at least pretend you were a hard as nails terrace machine?

Of course dear boy.