The anticipation, waiting on Senghenydd square for the pink football echo’s to arrive at the fish shop. You’d have no idea what the scores were. Especially if you’d been out for the day with your mates and missed the video printer.
I couldn’t wait to see the attendances at each club for some obscure reason.
Mind I always new when the City lost, only had to see the glum faces getting off the Cyril Evans football coach.