Middleton was a big outfit when my dad was there; 3 plants, 24 hrs a day; two football teams, big employer in the city, world-renowned.
His Clayton time was hard, covered in carbon black, day in, day out. Always on callout fixing some machine or other (usually The Banbury Mixer). We’d be getting ready to go to Maine Rd and the phone would ring. He’d come in to the front room shaking his head, “sorry son...” and that’d be the weekend ruined.
It didn’t happen often but it still breaks my heart thinking of those missed games.