A no score draw at Plymouth in 1967 for me. A couple of older lads I knew were going and my parents allowed me to tag along. I remember more about the players being on the same train as us going home than the game. Peter King’s trilby looked very natty. I still see one of boys who took me, Peter Scully , from Malefant St, lives in Taff’s Well now. I always remind him that he owes me a fortune for getting me hooked.