How times have changed. When my Dad took me to see Boscombe at Dean Court in the 1950's it was 1/3d for him and 9d for me to go in. He could not afford to buy me any pies or programmes and we had to cycle from Oakdale in Poole and back. We used to race a neighbour, who also cycled, on the way home and often braved the rain to know that mother would have winkles ready for tea. Magic.