Late 60s, rotherham at home, 11.15 (?) Ko and it clashed with a family gathering somewhere in kent. My parents finally agreed I could go to the match and gave me verbal instructions on what train to catch and how to get to the house. Off I went to the match. We won. I came out if the ground and realised I'd completely forgotten where to go. Strolled up floyd road and saw my dad waiting for me. They knew I wouldn't remember.
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