remember getting back on the coaches and being told children to sit away from the windows, and driving back out of Barnsley in a convoy, and the whole bloody town was out on the doorsteps of their horrible little pokey Northern terrace houses, waving flags and giving abuse, it was a coach journey to Doncaster to pick up the Chelsea train back to Kings Cross, I got home back to Chichester about 3am, then up at 8am for my lads Sunday morning football and a load of piss taking from the young lads and their parents, my two boys fired back with at least we were there and not watching in our armchairs, at that moment though the armchair seemed a better bet!