If you’re trying to suggest that a visit to York Minster would have somehow made the experience more bearable than don’t bother.
I was also in the Main Stand at Luton and it was shite. Lincoln was worse than shite, and looking back, the whole season was a masochistic tour of our worst footballing nightmares, that has somehow been reinvented as a rose tinted badge of honour.
In fact, the bizarre reality that we’ve now been in the Champions League for longer than we were out of the Premier League in the late 90s, just adds to the mythology.
No passing-out-from-the-back in 1998-99. Just stale burgers, horseshit, and lots of raw anger.