When I used to go as a young slip of a thing*...

my Dad would insist on us leaving as soon as it got to 84 minutes, so we could beat the traffic. Used to park up Argyle Street before they demolished it. Got hacked off with the number of goals and things we missed by leaving early... which was even more absurd when I worked out that over a season we missed the equivalent of a whole game of football by leaving just to beat the crush of the other 13,000 leaving.

* circa post war period.

Posted By: Jim Nasium, Oct 30, 10:33:56