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Superb, though my god the first from Dozz wouldn't have stood today with that challenge on the keeper haha, freeze it at 38 seconds.... now think of VAR lol...
Not there that day, but Oxford relegating us that season made being at the Manor ground in April 1992 to see us clinch promotion to the newly announced Premier League all the more sweet...
Superb, though my god the first from Dozz wouldn't have stood today with that challenge on the keeper haha, freeze it at 38 seconds.... now think of VAR lol...
Great day..
I was there. Sat on the Portman Terrace behind the big 'Pleasurewood Hills' advertising hoarding with my dad. Just turned 12.
Evocative smells of pipe tobacco, liniment and Blue Stratos. Blokes in denim donkey jackets and blow-dries. A scoreboard lit up by little men doffing their caps when we scored. The jumpers, the Farahs, the North swaying like the sea off Walton whenever we got close to the opposition box.
No-one wanted Ian Atkins to take it. Bloke behind us even left just before the free-kick, muttering to his wife "I aint watching them in Division One". My dad wouldn't let me run on the pitch when it went in. He tutted and said "Bloody hooligans" in the car home, though he hugged me and jumped up and down just like everybody else at the time.
We'd parked in that school just off London Road, so the walk back was one joyous paean of noise and excitement. We were staying up. Then, inexplicably, Arsenal let themselves lose to Coventry and we weren't.
I'm pretty sure we learned of our relegation at PR. At the same time Oxford were beating Arsenal, we were playing a testimonial for someone (possibly Ron Gray).
I remember getting home to watch Joe Johnson win at the Crucible.