I could say almost the same things, only about Anfield. My first experience of the famous Anfield "hospitality" was after the match in the 1967/68 season. I had to travel on the regular Trans-Pennine service to Lime Street as the football special (remember them) was full. I survived getting to the game and seeing the match, but on the way back, A gang of around 15 cheeky chappies must have seen my scarf and gave chase. In those days, fortunately for myself, I could do the 100 yards in 10.5 seconds and the 440 in well under a minute. They stopped the chase after about 75 yards, but I think I broke my PB for the 880 as well! I got home safely. The last time I went to that ground was in the 1972/73 season, and I've still got the scar on my hand to prove it. Our coach was bricked not far from the ground and a shard of glass embedded itself in my knuckle. It was still bleeding when I got home. I vowed then that I would never go there again. Don't get me wrong. I have many friends on Merseyside, as our sister office was based in the Triad in Bootle, and have visited companies all over the area. One thing I never talked about was football.