Your MillersMemories - Febuary 1979 by SYRACUSE

The game itself was, well, just a game - Big Dave Gwyther (what a god that man was) scored in the first minute, we held out for the remaining 89 with, I
think, John Flynn having his only good game in a Millers shirt - but how the fixture survived is anyone's guess, as by half time it was well below
freezing.

Back on the Riley's bus, it lasted a good 60 yards before coughing gently to its grave. Now to any experienced Rileys traveller, this was no surprise, and as the Chester Fans Bar allowed us in, we were happy enough for the diversion. Until chucking out time, that is, when the bus was being given the last rites and the Rileys driver, abandoning any notion of staying on the bridge, had legged it to the chippy before it shut at 11 o clock. Worse, he flatly refused to phone base before he'd eaten his supper.

So it was back on the (unheated) bus for a three hour wait for Mick The Replacement And His 45 Seater.

By now it was about minus 12, the chippy had closed, Sammy the 14 year old hooly had arrived unannounced, having nicked the away turnstile receipts, the
invading odour of the perfume of the Aromatica factory next to the ground was making us all sick, and the energetically minded were having a trolley riding
rally down the Asda car park.

Mick eventually arrived, I got home at 6a.m., just beating my dad to the door who'd come off nights at the New Stubbin and thought I'd got lucky the previous
night, and I got 40 minutes sleep before having to go to work.

This has stayed with me for a quarter of a century and without question was the coldest I have ever, ever been, by a distance.

SYRACUSE

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