I mean that thing where you go to Wolverhampton, join a queue at the bar in the Sunbeam, have a couple of beers & talk nonsense with your mates, reminisce about the 80's, get to the ground, eat a steak pie, chat with the people you sit near but don't actually know that well, feel nervous, listen to stairway to heaven with Goosebumps (he's one of our own), make a fool of yourself when we score, pray for the full time whistle like your life depends on it, drive home with the scarf in the back, bore your wife senseless with it when you get back.
I miss it so much I could cry.
I miss it so much I could cry.