Been reading the talk on the Crystal Palace pre-match thread about awkward train times and on comes Simon & Garfunkel's "Homeward Bound", written on a dark and miserable Widnes station platform. Which makes me think, what are the loneliest, most God-forsaken and neglected places folk have got stuck trying to get home after a City match? Or to get to one? In which freezing waiting rooms or litter-strewn bus shelters have you curled up for the night with only a City scarf for comfort?
(My own saddest, dampest memory is being stuck by the side of the A1 in the pissing rain trying to hitch a ride to Newcastle in May, 1968. As the hours went by and cars, lorries & removal vans ignored my cardboard sign and hopeful thumb it got to 2 p.m., so with 150 miles still to go i gave up and went back to my student digs.)
(My own saddest, dampest memory is being stuck by the side of the A1 in the pissing rain trying to hitch a ride to Newcastle in May, 1968. As the hours went by and cars, lorries & removal vans ignored my cardboard sign and hopeful thumb it got to 2 p.m., so with 150 miles still to go i gave up and went back to my student digs.)