Jeff Hemmerman never recovered. I was ten years old, and was petrified. I have the game on VHS somewhere. I can see myself being escorted out of the away end towards safer pastures by Avon and Somerset's finest. (My old man moaning at me, in tow) It was a warm day and my mother made me wear a duffle coat. If my kids had experienced any of that, or the special train pulling up at Portsmouth harbour that same season with the bricks and bottles raining down on us, they'd have PTSD.Originally Posted by Bluebirdman Of Alcathays
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