As a nipper, footy mad, I'd stay at me Grandma's on a Saturday night. Went to be at 8, then she'd wake me up to come down at 11 to watch MOTD with Jimmy Hill etc. We lost her last year, but tonight I feel just the same. Crashed at 7 on the settee now I'm sat like a bairn waiting for the England match. Funny what triggers memories int it. Bring it on.
