May 1983
I once thought, as we all do, I would be young forever. I was in my prime and when I looked around me, everyone else was too.
But the illusion of invincibility evaporated one afternoon in May 1983, a home game against Manchester City.
Near the Station the Queens Head was heaving...
Cheers Washy, I can think of nothing I would rather do than document that
wonderful period. With the right images inside it would be a great story and
a fitting tribute to the spirit of this unique place. :thumbsup:
Cinderella's at Hickstead. Good stuff Seagurn. I do remember coming out of there one night and my mate realised he was over the limit. He begged me to drive his dad's Ford Capri home but it was snowing like mad and the car
was spinning out all over the place. No traction at all in those cars...
That's the one Dave. I would love to know what happened to those two Biba and Barry. I think there would be thousands of shamed faces if their memoirs were
published :lolol:
Thanks to everyone who has added their memories to this thread.
Each one shared has been, for me, like getting a little bit of my life back and
much appreciated. I have at times been reminded of things i'd long forgotten.
Mention today the ‘Twin Towers’ and the association is immediate and...