Nearest the camera and dressed like a man in his 50s is Peter Foster. He claimed that no barber within miles would attempt to cut his hair as it was too thick and wiry. Very good chess player mind. Turned up at a school disco in one of his dad's suits, kipper tie the lot. At the back, Tony Brown, Man U fan, sneaky little fucker on the pitch, not dirty, just an ankle tapper, followed by arms spread out in a 'What???' display. His dad ran our team, ex-army, wore 1960s baseball boots to train us. Me at the front giving off some Leighton Rees vibes.
