Feckit
Roofer
I always remember 5 minutes to 3 (often a bit later) in The Turnstile on Saturdays in the late 70s, 80s & 90s knocking back a pint of Bass (might have been a Black Label on the odd occasion) after a game of crash and then fighting our way past the miserable Geordie bloke on the gate in the supporters club end…
Them were the bloody days my friends..
Them were the bloody days my friends..