Quallity stuff....I only got as far as Tamworth.
Me and Mrs Taylor had decided to make a short break out of it. We had trvalled up from London during the day and had checked into our hotel where I picked up a local paper (the very same BEN I imagine) which said the pitch had been covered and the game was almost certain to go ahead. We made our way to the ground as a lot of other people were doing. There was loads of Old Bill on horeseback and everything. It all looked good until we got to where I thought Burnden Park should be but there were no floodlights in evidence. It was at this point we were given the joyous news by a member of the afore mentioned Old Bill that the game was off.
So what so you do on a wet Wednesday night in Bolton? (Once you have finished jumping up and down with your head between your knees a la Basil Fawlty becuase I knew I wouldn't be able to make the rearranged game). We went to Blackburn v Wimbledon, ironically only about 10 miles down the road but they somehow managed to get the game played. We were with about 20 other Swindon fans and the same number of Dons fans and some one came up with:
"We are red, we are white,
we're not really here tonight,
la la la la la la la la la la!"
Which I thought was quite good even in my semi-suicidal state! Any way Blackburn won the game 2-1 and went on to win the League so at least I could say I saw that season's Champions in action. Some consolation!
That's the first I've ever heard about fans going on the rampage but if I'd known about it I would have joined in I can assure you!
Precious memories :|
