I can see him now, Malc. His was terrified and the look on his face as he climbed through the serving hatch. We hung back to what would transpire, the owners turned up and looked a right pair of villans, not to be messed with.No idea how that hotdog van stayed upright- remember the guy screaming for people to stop, could have been nasty.
It was bloody freezing that day at QPR, the days of the artificial pitchI remember the home game where people rang in radio Leicester to predict the score.
Most were going anywhere between about 5-0 & 10-0.
I was dumbfounded when some idiot phoned in to say City would only win 3-1, I thought it's Harlow we will batter them .
I had never heard of them and hadn't a clue where they were in the country.
There was some pretty grim cup performances in that era.....Walsall, Exeter, Bristol Rovers and a tonking at QPR where I recall a very slow Robbie James scoring a hat-trick against us.
I remember that queue of traffic. We left Hinckley at 1pm didn't get there till 7Remember on the journey down to Harlow we got stuck in a traffic jam, in the car next to us was Graham Taylor, on his own going to watch the game as Watford were playing the winners, had a really good chat with him. Good bloke. Highlight of the evening