That Barnsley game is one of my favourite away games, must be a masochist.
We got battered. By Barnsley. In the snow. With no roof. With Gerry Creaney up front. No hot food or drinks left. Police taking lumps out of anyone that breathed and Franny was giving interviews from a sun lounger in Barbados.
Games like that put hairs on your chest. Maybe Coppell would like that?