Well we had it tough. We used to have to get up out of the shoebox at twelve o'clock at night, and LICK the road clean with our tongues. We had half a handful of freezing cold gravel, worked twenty-four hours a day at the mill for fourpence every six years, and when we got home, our Dad would slice us in two with a bread knife.
I wore wellies for gloves with my Ma's knickers on my head. A 3 star jumper that wasn't halfway up my back and 2 left shoes that where 10 sizes too small and the Chelsea fans laughed.
And then the King scored......and you thought you had it bad at Chelsea?