TRADITIONAL football has now gone.
As a young girl (now 90) I went hand-in-hand with my dad, complete with his flat cap, cig in mouth, to Hillsborough. Always the same players, no selling, buying, or loaning in those days.
When they scored, the crowds just cheered, waved their caps, no shouts, hugging each other and handstands.
A great afternoon, maybe a few swear words and sulks when they lost. Sadly, players didn’t get pots of money.
Always an Owl supporter, even if they have lost the plot these days.
Mrs A Shaw, Rotherham, S60