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My true story, I do remember once getting muddled up thinking we were at home when we weren't.

 

I had just been dumped by a lass, I was thinking that I could do with some "me time" so from Richmond Road where I lived at the time, I walked up to Manor top, got myself a fishcake butty and having left myself enough time to do so proceeded to walk to Hillsborough.   Not an insignificant walk, but it did indeed clear my head.

 

Unfortunately, we were not at home for another 7 days.   This was about 1998 I think, certainly before my 21st birthday.....I laughed it off, took a walk around the park and then got a bus back to town and walked back home from town.   Lesson learnt, no lass is worth messing up your football brain for.

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