We were so unlucky in that game. We were bloody brilliant. It was a long, long drive back to London after the game. Got home at 5.30 had 2 hours sleep and then went to work.
Our driver sparked up the coach, with a couple of minutes to go, and moved it towards the away end. Thinking this is the end of the game. Not so. I can only assume that he activated his tacho whilst doing so, as we had to stop for an hour at Watford Gap. So near and yet....
Back to the previous game at Bolton, Bayo being subbed, with a big white bandage around his head. Serenaded by us singing "theres only one pint of Guiness". Harmless fun, and he waved at us with a smile.