Oxford away, the memories!
I meet a girl from Worcester in the early 70s and she invited me to stay over the weekend.
I drove up on the Friday night and told her I had a surprise for her on the Saturday.
She got dressed up to the nines. Stylish crocheted top, midi skirt and white knee-length boots
. She showed me around Worcester in the morning then it was off for her treat.
“Where you taking me?”
“It’s a surprise”
We set off and eventually she twigged we were heading in the direction of the university city of Oxford, cafe shops, sophistication, famous spires, architecture et al but was taken back when we stopped on the outskirts then set off on foot accompanied by thousands of others
You’ve guessed it, her surprise was watching Millwall away to Oxford at their old Manor Ground.
Standing amongst our enthusiastic vocal fans wasn’t the experience she was hoping for and, needless to say, the relationship didn’t last much longer
BTW: I recollect we won that day
hopefully a good omen for today
