As a teenager, I looked forward immensely to Everton away games, the travelling, new grounds to visit, the banter and terrace humour. And that’s how it’s supposed to be.
January 20th, 1973 was no exception.
Everton were away at West Bromwich Albion. Living in Salford, I had a plan. I’d saved two weeks pocket money and school dinner monies. Get the train to Lime Street and then the ‘football special’ at just £2.
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