Years ago we were playing Forest and Peter Shilton, as ever, was in goal. Shilton was custodian (oooh, get him) of the England number 1 jersey at the time but we'd given Joe Corrigan some serious support the previous week (he later said he'd never got that much support from his own City fans) when he was in front of us at the Kop end. Anyway, talk about manna from heaven; the previous week, Shilton had been caught shagging some tart called Tina and it was all over the papers. "oops upside your head" became, "Who's up Tina's ass, I said who's up Tina's ass?" The old Ian Dury number became, "Had a love affiar with Tina, in the back of my Cortina, a seasoned up hyena, could not have been more obscener". Oh, hapy happy days.