Back in the 1969/70 season me and my mate hitch-hiked to Bilbao and watched a 3-3 draw, after being 3-1 down.He had a poor game that night and we managed to find a couple of City lads who were staying at the same hotel as the City Players and we actually slept on the floor of their bedroom until the morning.
Some old guy had a dig at Joe telling him he was a wanker that night.Bang !! A big right hand went into this old guys face and his eye came up like a fucking balloon.
All hell let lose after that,with the Hotel Management,Big Mal,Uncle Joe Mercer,the guys family trying to get everyone calm.
He was a very lucky guy was Big Joe that night.Had the old guy pressed charges Joe would have had the book thrown at him.Joe Mercer like always was the person who had his arm around the old guy and probably saved the day.
That same night we saw Ian Bowyer running bollock ginger naked,pissed out of mind,around the bedroom corridors.
Ah the good old days.