Keith wrote:We had a great time, one of my favourite football matches ever!
High points:
Their far side was like 'The Berlin Wall' terrace, only no-one standing there. Baking hot day, Mattie (in a suit remember) running along the terrace behind the linesman, mimicking him, stopping and pointing his arm in the direction of the flag etc).
Posh leafy Richmond upon Thames. We had a drum that Paul had been enthusiastically making a racket with. The gentile people of the area were not impressed. A steward came over and said "my grandmother has just been on the phone, you need to stop using the drum". We were a bit shocked and subdued by this. The head steward came over and asked why we'd gone quiet? When we explained that another steward had told us to and why, he replied "
this ground has been here for almost one-hundred years, so unless so was born in that house, we were here first, you lads crack on"
With that we started chanting:
THIS ONE'S FOR GRANDMA BANG-BANG-BANGTHIS ONE'S FOR GRANDMA BANG-BANG-BANGTHIS ONE'S FOR GRANDMA BANG-BANG-BANGThe opposition (we'd agreed we'd be supporting the home side) was a bit porky. As he entered the H&R penalty area we chanted...
No surrender, no surrender, no surrender to the low fat spread!He burst out laughing and got tackled! He looked at us, still laughing and shook his head.
For our younger viewers, Ray Galton & Alan Simpson were comedy writing duo, famous mainly for
'Hancocks Half Hour' a radio programme and then
'Steptoe & son' one of (if not the) first TV 'sit com'.
Ray Galton was the H&R chairman.
Towards the end of the game, in genuine respect, we began chanting:
One Ray Galton, there's only one Ray Galton. One Ray Gaaalton... well you know the rest.
Only he wasn't. Our researcher had got things mixed up. Alan Simpson was the Chairman.
Apparently, he thought we were taking the piss and found it funny! He bought us all a drink in the bar after the match.
Sorry... bog all to do with a dress code, other than remembering when fans had to wear a suit to a game!