Quote[/b] (overseas shrimper @ Sep. 04 2004,08:21)]30th January 1990. Drove up to Walsall for the Leyland DAF southern area quarter finals. I was behind the wheel with two friends in tow.
The wind was picking up and the rain was lashing down.
Arriving in friendly Walsall *cough* we tried to find a suitable public house, but got mad stares from all the locals, so we thought better of it. Instead, we decided to look for a chip shop. The place was grim. Like a ghost town, with the wind now gale force and the rain turning monsoon-like.
Arrived at the old shed of a ground for the game. Legs and hands were now without feeling as the arctic wind continued to pick-up and temperature continued to fall.
There was some kind of rickety wooden tower above us (camera gantry?) that was wobbling all over the place and we thought it was going to fall on us.
Stuart Rimmer was on fire that night and we played terribly. Walsall won 4-1 and we struggled back to the car, fighting off hypothermia.
Driving back was a slow afair due to restricted vision (deluge of rain) and the car being blown from one lane to the next on the motorway by the wind.
Returned hom in the wee hours of the morning... not exactly glad I bothered in the first place!
