i remember running home from school and my mum standing at the front door with my butties in a sunblessed wrapper. she wouldnt let me take my duffel coat off , seeing kids hanging of the back of the bus and wishing i was that mad to do it. it was my first night match and could not believe how green the pitch was under floodlights.or how that fella could throw a mars bar to the right person in the kop. when fairclough scored ended up face first into the kop wall didnt feel no pain .