As a nine-year-old on 9th January 1960 at last my dad had taken me to a game. One-nil up against Southampton in the FA Cup until the muddy conditions laid our defence on its backside. After the third division’s Saints’ nap hand delivered a now too familiar slap in the face, “under the arm” the strongest words that I heard in the Kippax, had to be explained to me and the way the fans made space for a young ‘un was truly gracious. The humour then and now, the ethos of the club (it can never change no matter how much money is thrown at it) the results -nowt’s changed!