I stuck it out. Soaked to the skin. I had all the wrong gear on including a scarf that was ringing wet against my neck, and for some reason I had long johns on that were just as soaked through as the trousers. Then walked home. And we lost. Happy days!!It was 3-3 when I left. We heard the groans as we walked back to the car and realized we'd shipped a fourth. Back then, at a mere 41 years old, the weather, swirling rain and torrential wind, didn't seem all that. I've been colder and wetter standing behind the goal at Stoke.