Barcon
Well-Known Member
I've mentioned this before, but when I was a little nipper I passed out in the Kippax. My Dad hoisted me up above his head and I was passed down to the front of the stand by all the other blokes in front. I ended up on one of those little fold down seats, pitch side having a cup of scalding hot Bovril. My Dad came and got me later.It's all getting a bit out of hand this stuff, isn't it? I remember a bloke being walked around the pitch on a wheeled stretcher at Wembley just after Dickov scored out cold with a drip in and 4/5 medical staff looking panicked.Nobody was really even surprised.