Originally Posted by
Organ Morgan.
Most of my worse away experiences had a common denominator, which was Sludge's presence.
One was a jaunt to Bath for a Bristol Rovers game. We were in some boozer, he was tasked as a lookout outside. If he spotted any groups of likely home hoolies he was to alert us of their presence so that they would be given a proper wellying. It turned out a large group of their best boys were on the prowl nearby. He espied the mob approach the premises and rushed inside - not to blow the whistle on them but to charge into the bogs to change his underpants.