My arl fella had been taking me for a couple of years. And I just loved it, on a crate, in front of a crush barrier, and his ale infused breathing in my ear. I had no idea who the players actually were. But he pointed at Duncan Edwards and told me he was the best he had ever seen
Not that much later, I was old enough to go on my own, went to the Burnley away over Christmas [we won] and then the return game at Goodison next day. Full to the brim, must have been about 76 thousand there. And McIlroy, the magician, ran that match. And we lost. Footy, eh?