Either a draw against Leeds or a win against Liverpool, in the mid 80s, at The FCR

Can't remember which. I can remember standing on the terrace and it being SHIT for a relative shortarse, because I could barely see a f**king thing. And then the surge when we scored was equal parts terrifying and exhilarating - swept up by the crowd and compressed, feet well off the floor, completely powerless, unable to influence events at all.

Which segues nicely too ...

Natalie. Her mate's parent's house, off Newmarket Street somewhere, parents away for the weekend, in the mate's brother's room. Fairly unremarkable. But she was quite pretty, and in fairness I was batting a bit up the order, so was well chuffed with how events turned out.

Posted By: Arizona Bay, Mar 7, 10:59:29