before Grimsby 93, felt sure we would get the win that would secure promotion and the title. so I decided to make a champions Banner. About 20 ft long, 3ft high.
Went into work on the sat, overtime . got out a big roll of blackout fabric and some white paint. had to hang the fabric over some room dividers. The fucking paint went right through. cleaned off as best as could.
Anyways a few of us went down , i drove the tranni, stayed in BB. got on the pitch after the first goal. and back on at the Final whistle, Did a lap of honour proudly holding one end of my Banner. Got a round of applause as we walked in front of the Grimsby end.
Got back in the crowd after a good bit of time spent on the pitch with my proud banner.
As things were quieting down I saw KK walking towards the dugouts on his own. I took my chance, jumped the fence for a third time and sprinted the witdth of the pitch- put my arms around him- remember being surprised how tiny he was .
Then I just choked up with tears with my arms round him and all I could blurt was 'Fucking Great Kev' he smiled at me , he was just giggling like a kid himself.
when I got back to work a few days later, there was an ongoing inquest into what these ramdom big letters on some of the dividers were. I had to go and own up to what it was about, and that i had done it while clocked in on overtime to my boss who was a Mackem