What a grand day it was, season before we had broken the hoodoo,
At the time I was playing for a Saturday League side in Stockport, after our game I was walking back to the changing rooms, remember being covered in mud, shit and bullets. I saw our manager Graham, walking toward me.
I asked him the score, he said 5-1, my heart sank, another night listening to the scum gloating.
No, we won he said 5-1 !!
Every time we met in Three Tunnes in later years we laughed at how ickle Citeh had surpassed the scum.
Graham, has passed away now, but so many lads who played for his teams were at his funeral.
He was one of the good guys and a blue