An autumn afternoon when as the sun goes down on Archers Rd the crowd makes their way home, no doubt discussing the game. I grew up in Archers Rd, my parents having bought a house there in 1959, so I knew The Dell well. Every summer I spent playing football in the car park while waiting for the players to come back from training and sign my scrapbook. The Dell was such a part of my family’s way of life with social events planned around matches and my poor Mum having to make countless cups of tea for all the men folk when they returned from the match. |