cuffs did you move down to bristol or down that way for work or have i got the wrong person
A lot older and a little wiser I lay in bed reading all your amusing comments. This all seems a world away from that fatefull day against hull when my close friends and I set about handcuffing ourselves to the goal posts. Only I eluded the police and managed to lock the clasp. These were the best of times and the worst of times... Did I mention we were very drunk.
I also enjoyed the one when we all clambered over the turnstile/toilet/wall to reach the east terrace mid way through the 1st half. I remember scaling the roof of the toilets and then pulling willing acomplices up only for one of them to fall through the roof straight into the toilet.
I sit at work with teenage football fans who dont know they are born!