Hate postponements. Throws the whole weekend out of kilter.
So I've been for a walk, and let the memories flood in. From the side of the pitch:
A little bloke who sold programmes, universally known on the Paddock as Rolf, seemingly because he had a beard. Always gave everyone a cheery thumbs up and a grin as he went past.
A Scottish bloke who sold programmes. Generally always got a shout of England as he passed, apart from one time where the chant was £40 for some reason. Not sure I ever saw either of them sell any.
Those poor girls who ran the corner snackshop, and had to run the gauntlet every week. Couldn't they have found a better way out for them?
The ground electrician. Often summoned in his red overalls, reasons never revealed. Apart from the day it snowed bad, our first orange ball got stuck behind the East clock, second went over the roof, we didn't have any more so he was sent round where the touchline might have been with a huge ladder to get the first one back.
Any more?
So I've been for a walk, and let the memories flood in. From the side of the pitch:
A little bloke who sold programmes, universally known on the Paddock as Rolf, seemingly because he had a beard. Always gave everyone a cheery thumbs up and a grin as he went past.
A Scottish bloke who sold programmes. Generally always got a shout of England as he passed, apart from one time where the chant was £40 for some reason. Not sure I ever saw either of them sell any.
Those poor girls who ran the corner snackshop, and had to run the gauntlet every week. Couldn't they have found a better way out for them?
The ground electrician. Often summoned in his red overalls, reasons never revealed. Apart from the day it snowed bad, our first orange ball got stuck behind the East clock, second went over the roof, we didn't have any more so he was sent round where the touchline might have been with a huge ladder to get the first one back.
Any more?