piffy on a rock bun
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My earliest memories of going to maine road with my dad (late 60s), The old soldier with one leg who used to look after the car by Alexandrer Park,
Calling in the tobaconist somewhere opposite the alexandrer cinema? where the old woman was always more interested in city than the old bloke,
The size of the police horses outside the ground & the smell of fag smoke & burgers,
Going through a different turnstyle to my dad & hoping I would find him again inside the ground,
The steep high steps at the back of the platt lane stand,
The brilliant green of the pitch in amongst all the dull streets & houses,
The wooden bench seats & the noise of the crowd,
Happy days, Thanks Dad.
Calling in the tobaconist somewhere opposite the alexandrer cinema? where the old woman was always more interested in city than the old bloke,
The size of the police horses outside the ground & the smell of fag smoke & burgers,
Going through a different turnstyle to my dad & hoping I would find him again inside the ground,
The steep high steps at the back of the platt lane stand,
The brilliant green of the pitch in amongst all the dull streets & houses,
The wooden bench seats & the noise of the crowd,
Happy days, Thanks Dad.