cordshoes The old man was from Ossett. Always reckoned that Albion were THE team. Town were upstarts in his eyes.
A mate of mine persuaded me to go watch Ossett United one afternoon, season before last. The proverbial two hours I’ll never get back. One or two decent players, the rest were just fit lads doing their best.
Event further ruined by visiting fans, with their spirit-sapping “We’re Long Eaton United” drone.