Boss little clip that, I remember that day so vividly, my dad took me down to watch the team bus go by and it seems to my 8 year old eyes that the whole world was on the streets. My dad hoisted me into his shoulders as I went by and I had my uncle Tony’s stupid blue and white plastic boater on my head (miles too big) and, joy of joys, his rattle! Something that I had always coveted). I only had them because uncle Tony had fallen down the stairs drunk after getting back from Wembley and broke his leg in two places. He was in hospital, so my auntie Jean gave me all his football gear to be able to ‘show my true colours’.
What a day that was, full to the gills on lemmo and crisps (paper bags, with a little blue twist of waxed paper inside that held the salt), and every feller was giving us kids penny’s and threepenny bits, they were all bladdered
Where's the Phil Neville option.
