barham red wrote:
No one has a problem with all that it's just the made up crap that gets spouted every derby game. The pensioners that got beheaded and wheelchairs over turned fiction that some seem to revel in.
My poor granny. She was crucified at half-time because she spilt her Bovril on someone. They also went to her house and eviscerated her budgie.
My story isn't fiction. I've had problems at Post Office Road - one coach trip home in the eighties was freezing with no windows left, Headingley, The Shay and Wilderspool (which was a terrible place for away fans; no protection from the farkwitted stewards).