I have always shown my emotion when I feel an injustice or generally get wound up at football ( I'm usually very placid )but I really lost it, with others, when we played Reading in a night game at the start of the 85/86 season. This was when they had a run of thirteen straight wins from the beginning of the season and this was game number seven. Two minutes to go and drawing 1-1 and with Reading lucky to be level, they play a ball into our penalty area Where Trevor Senior managed to turn and score...The injustice felt when the final whistle blew, all I can remember is coming out of the ground and running up the Braemer Road towards the Ealing Road baying for blood, but being rebuked by police along with many others. On mass we quickly turned the other way to run back up towards Brook road, luckily for me with my lungs gasping and my legs doing a good impression of rubber bands I stopped and came to my senses. (Of sort )