Remember this?

What's with the squealing after each goal!?

Happy hunting ground generally St Andrews and I've been enough times, wish I'd been there that day though - despite the carnage after.

 

A copper took pity and a group of us ended up in the back of a police van and taken to a random train station in the middle of an industrial estate. We had to walk down some steps to get to the platform and wait for the next train to New Street. Whilst waiting a young lad (who looked just like the duelling banjo boy from Deliverance) rode a bmx onto the platform from the railway tracks, pulled out a mobile phone and told the person on the other end that he had ‘found some’. The train came a few minutes later so fortunately didn’t get to see who he had been talking to.