Most of us of a certain age got a bollocking at some point for calling clubcall, especially in our house as soon as itemised bills came in, there used to be an inquisition over any number my mum didnt claim as being her, my old man would want to know who was responsible for whatever number was over his 50p limit, he couldnt understand why anyone would need to be on the phone that long. He always used to ask things like "and you calling that number, did it make Wayne Biggins sign for us any quicker?" and this young lad never had a response.
I wasnt at Maine road for the 10-1 against Huddersfield, I remember there was a family celebration that day, the house infected with rags, I wasnt allowed the radio on as it was antisocial, so was restricted to Ceefax/Teletext in the background, with the sound off the telly. I was told in no uncertain terms by my dad not to go off calling clubcall on the sly for score updates. It was as good as you got from Ceefax updates, nice regular goals to make it 4-0 at halftime, amongst the usual rag sneering my brother and uncle were quite chipper saying we'll have 10 by the end of that one, well Ceefax originally used to go off 5-10 mins from the end of the game, you had to go to full time results (I wasnt even allowed the vidi printer for updates) and it stopped updating at 6-0 to City, job done. Whilst sitting waiting for the final score to come through only watching Ceefax and not being really involved in the family bash, the rags went into their usual bollocks of talking us down. So the celebration when 10 came up was something to behold, the rags having to endure us all giving them shit, after there had been a few comments about us never scoring 10 who did we think we were.
Kids today dont know they are born.