I went to renew my season ticket the year the new Kippax was being demolished etc. Went with my mate and walked around the ground to see what was being done. We spotted Franny sitting in the manager's dugout. We went and had a chat with him. He said we could go on the pitch, so, we did. Fucked about pretending to take penalties etc. Franny shared some sandwiches and, bizarrely, some cherries. How do I remember that? I kept the cherry stone as a reminder! I still have it in my treasure trove of shite. I thought he was the harbinger of good times. My mate knew then what I know now, "Mate, the bloke's a fucking Charlatan. Not got a pot to piss in" Nice sandwiches though. Although I'd never swap the glory we've got now for those days, I do miss the fact I could waltz across the pitch and share a butty with the chairman.