1976
Bobby Stokes scores a goal. My dad drinks most of a bottle of whiskey in 15mins. He vomits.
Full of emotions I decide to visit my best mate Alan who lives in a caravan on Segensworth rd. I miss some buses.
I walk to Titchfield from Maybush. I enter a pub there to try and phone a friend of Alan. He's out.
Just as the locals are about to eat me (I thought they'd be happy about Saints win, oddly they were not) Alan bursts in having driven his mighty CB250 Honda to Southampton and back several times looking for me. With a cheery "up the Saints" we mount his throbbing machine and retire to his caravan where we play prog rock, annoy his girlfriend and drink some tea.
We knew how to have fun and celebrate in those days.