Some years ago I left the away end at the swamp and saw Bert of Bert Trautmans Helmet fame stood outside selling his fanzine so I went and had a talk. We were soon confronted by the rag shits gobbing off. I remember one loud mouth yelling at me daring me to sing 'my Munich song now'. I replied that Iwould never stoop that low especially as Frank Swift had also died in that tradgedy. His reply ? 'Who the fuck was Frank Swift'.
Hmmmmmmmmm. It was a disaster in 1958, it was a money making exercise from about 1985 onwards.
Hmmmmmmmmm. It was a disaster in 1958, it was a money making exercise from about 1985 onwards.