Remember watching the Prutton meltdown in the sun from the Northam, the game is etched on my brain, like so many others were significant disasters occurred.
Interestingly, we never seem to have a dull match against Leeds. I remember the Ali Dia game like yesterday (again, it was glorious sunshine), and that horrific 3–4 loss after we went in at half-time, three nil up.
…back to Prutton, when he was in full flight, he reminded me of Mick Channon, for some reason