The days of 3k minimum. Proper bash up with genuine heavy woolen lads with rivalries and scores to settle. Families from both sides of the trenches wanted bragging rights! Anxiously watching weather forecasts to allow fixture going ahead.
Family, church, festivities completed boxing day allowed fresh undies adorned, board games and a manic lounge of spoilt kids side stepped and pungent scent gifted lathered on!
Memories.
Oh I wish I was bobbing up to the taverners for a fizzy pop after a family visit to carlinghow wmc. Boxing day 1988. First experience of live sport peering over 9 hole rusty iron railings down perilous concrete 3x4 flagging!