Lol, ok Everton fa cup 81 , the Maine body kicked Everton about in the town centre , we’ll organised by Mikey, me being a free spirt & a dickhead in equal measure got separated, was with a pal , last I saw him was being chased by the county rd cutters down a terraced street , pre mobiles , I thought he’d been killed when I was in the pub back in Manchester everyone was asking , I think he’s dead I says, he walks in the pub cocky as anything , turns out he ran in a house , the woman sheltered him & gave him tea & toast while we’re getting battered outside ...till her old man got back & through the ‘Manc bastard’ out lol, scary days , crazy days but wouldn’t have swapped em.How’s it gone from original post to long forgotten night clubs :)