I got kidnapped in Cardiff Central by a train mob full of Jacks when Wales played Holland at the Arms Park around 97ish? I was blotto and could barely stand waiting for the Merthyr train and they had left the game early to get the train home safely rather than wait for the final whistle. Some older fella got me in a headlock and said “You’re coming with us mush” much to the laughter of the rest of them, but luckily a transport copper spotted what he did and released me. Didn’t think nothing of it at the time as I was so pissed, but I used to often wonder what would have happened if that copper didn’t intervene. That little lot smashed the train up on the way home, so I doubt we would have had a nice civil game of eye spy!!