I was convinced I sat next to you on the Nethy Blues overnight coach trip to that match*. Only Fools and Horses theme tune playing on a loop for about an hour on the way back until some tired angryhead shouted at the driver to SHUT THAT FHUCKIN THING UP!. The smell of that bus as we alighted wearily onto Queens Drive the day after will live with me forever.

* Obviously it wasn't you who had that pleasure.