Sadly I didn't but I'm sure Leeds deserved it
We had a lad, Pete, who used to have a weird thing about going into the 'opposition firm's' pub to see if we could get away with it. It sounds even more stupid now than it seemed then.
(We were trapped in that pub at the bottom of the hill, outside the away end, at Birmingham and that's when we decided that was it.)
We'd get in early and have a few drinks until things started to get edgy, then slink away.
We were in the Peacock on a day when there was loads of trouble and windows were put through by Sunderland. We went out of the back door and picked up crates of empties in case we'd been sussed and followed.
We
were followed, but Leeds overtook us and vanished into what looked like a housing estate