Tuearts right boot
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Leeds, Spion kop, late 70's, got lost and ended up in there. There were 3 or 4 of us all speaking in stupid made up Yorkshire accents,sort of taking the piss but mainly to prevent our heads getting caved in.Players came on the pitch and the quiet one of our lot erupted with the flicking of Vs and all the usual effing and jeefing,I can even remembering him foaming at the mouth as he would normally do on the Kippax,except he'd forgotten he wasn't there this time. The rest of us just left him to it and dropped to the floor and crawled down to the touchline for an escort into our end. My mate was OK although Christ know how or why.