..guess what thereafter happened. Like a pillock (well OK more accurately as the pillock I am) I grabbed the season ticket in my mancave drawer and headed for Oakwell. At the turnstile the gatekeeper saw that I had a season ticket for a young adult. I am 59. What happened next?
He said, "Gerrin theer, ya daft young bugger. Turning up wearing an old bloke mask, whatever next..."
You went to the box office, told them what had happened and they printed you a free ticket and you got in