Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
60s, I think.

Here I must make a confession. Having eaten a terrific dinner and noting that the time was barely 7, it occurred to us that if we sacked the whole fúcking thing off, we could be comfortably ensconced in front of the fire with a nice cup of tea by 8. So, we, you know, went home.

It was the perfect decision.
I did this in 1998 having travelled up from Wexford to see Ireland play Argentina. We had a nice corner seat in a bar, match on the telly, designated driver to take me home.

Flogged my match ticket and pinted it out.

Simeone, Veron, Batistuta …