As a kid in the early 70s, my dad always dragged me out of the Platt lane with 10 mins to go so we could get the Aytoun st bus without all the queing. It did my head in !!!! I wanted to stay to the very end. We often heard the crowd cheering a goal as we made our way to the bus stop. I will never forget that feeling and will never ever leave early (not even in the Pearce years which is saying something !).
Having said that we are all different and have different priorities. It seems there are more quick getaways at our club than any other, not sure why as these last few years I have witnessed some of the most sublime football played by some very special players. Not in my wildest dreams could I have imagined we would be where we are now. CTID