for heavens sake, so long ago, the memories fade with time, just ask anyone in the 70s,i know it was a freezing cold winters day when frank swift came strolling out of the tunnel, as a small boy, he seemed to me to be a giant of a man and reaching the goal posts he tossed his flat cap into the corner of the net, then turned to face the enemy, there were no parades in those days, nor a warm up, you came out , the coin was tossed, and the game began, i think sam barkas was in defense but i think it was too soon for roy clarke, and the score escapes me also, like i said, when you reach the 70s, the memories fade, but frank swift walking to the goal mouth is indelibly linked in the memory bank,and the rodney marsh debut thats one ill never forget nor i imagine will the other 50,000 at maine rd that day.