And let me tell you this, Ducado hasn't just stumbled upon one of, if not THE most heinous crime to ever be committed to print. No, I have seen worse. (Please draw breath, for I know it's hard to understand how anything more sinister, more macabre could occur at a football match attended by grown men). I'm afraid it's worse. Much worse. Last Saturday (for it was then) I saw someone smoking one of those "spliff" things. Shocked to the core I was. Illegal. And what's more, the smoke could have wafted over and into my 7yr old son's synapses, immobilising him for at least a millionth of a billionth of a nanosecond. What has happened to this once great club? The signs say "No Smoking", the PA says, "No Smoking" and yet, and yet, we have men (and I daresay a few recalcitrant women) who just want to cause mayhem on them terraces; who take delight in the carcinogenic terror they wreak on all an sundry. I say, bring back the painted orders that once adorned The Kippax and "commit no nuisance" - those were the days. We sat, mute, hands clasped over mouths for fear of inhaling a whiff of the pipe smoke that had drifted from The Gardeners and by Christ, if anyone sparked up, well, we'd tell 'em.. "Stop. You're running the atmosphere. Literally and metaphorically." I can recall now my first memories of Maine Rd - sullied by smoke. Not for me the roar of The Kippax. Not for me, the madness of The North Stand. No, just smoke, endless smoke. Please, let's no go back there. It will "spoil the atmosphere".