Whos going to confess to leaving the birmingham game when we were 4 - 1 down in '93?
I wanted to go to that game, but my Dad's spare car, a clapped out Mini Metro that he let me use during university holidays, was on its last legs so he banned me driving it up to Birmingham. Instead, my brothers and I went to Elm Park to see Reading vs Mansfield. A nothing game - don't even remember the score or who won. All I do remember is some of the locals with transistor radios looking shocked and talking about our game on the way out.
