the Archbishop of Banterbury, Burney and I once accompanied stoner to a Hornchurch away game. On a freezing Tuesday night in November we travelled to Purfleet, where we stoof shivering in the company of 200 other idiots.

We subjected the Purfleet 'keeper to so much foul abuse that he sought us out in the bar afterwards to shake our hands. "Fúcking hell, I've heard some stuff in my time but you lads take the biscuit."

Good timez, awimb. Brings a tear to the eye.