I can't remember the season. We were playing West Ham on the Saturday. I came out of the alehouse on Friday night, drunk with two bob in me bin. The winds were awful that night, blowing the roofs off houses and that.
Anyway, I said to me mates, shall we hitch to London for the game. The all started laughing and took the piss.
So, I spit the dummy, had a bit of a wobbler, got on the bus, give the driver me two bob, got off at the Kraft and Hitched to Haydock Island, absolutely dicky mint.
There was a little few die hard scallies there. To be honest, I was gutted I wasn't home in me bed. But I bumped into a few Huyton lads, I knew and we had a laugh. (I won't say names in order to protect the guilty).
Haydock Island was just a shed then - one fella sat in a kiosk to take the money and a row of petrol pumps. Some fella pulled in, got petrol and he's car wouldn't go. The fella got out the kiosk to push him. So, I jumped in. When the fella got back in, he opened the till and, after his nasty shock, threatened to call the bizzies. So, we scattered across the fields.
We ended up walking all night, through farmers fields and ended up, covered in shite in fuck knows where. But we got a train from there to Wigan, then from Wigan to London. There was a few lads on that train, but when we got to the ground there must have been about 200 of us there. Someone said all the overhead train lines had been blown down and no trains had got through from Liverpool.
Can't even remember the score. But I remember how fucking frightening it was all sticking together and getting attacked all the way to Euston.
Great times.
It was the year Jaws came out, cos I remember I took me bird to see it when I got home and I paid in with a brown stripped fiver that had been hid down me kecks from Haydock Island.