Remember this one very well,playing at Derby County away and having a reasonable run and playing some good football. April 1977 ,myself and 3 others tight inside an old Triumph Herald running a little late we park up some side street really near to the ground and head inside. The pitch was terrible just brown sand a total mess just like the team that day. We lost 4 nil there was a dispute over the penalty spot as the lines on the pitch were not to be seen. We head off back to the car to find that we were facing the wrong way in a dead end street. We were wearing our scarves and as we start the car derby fans start hurling bricks at the car from a half collapsed wall. I drove at full tilt towards the end of the road in second gear the engine was screaming,i executed my first ever hand brake turn which was perfect and now heading 180 degrees the way to safety we were still being hit by bricks . Straight ahead appeared police horses and I drove straight through a gap between them. Stopping at a motorway service station we saw the red brick dust embedded on my White triumph, the bonnet would never shut properly again, but the windscreen was our saviour that day .