I was living in Aylesbury too. Opposite some pub called the New Zealand. I liked Aylesbury but the Market Square was a bit of a battleground on a Friday night.
Somewhere in the Clock End at Highbury, watching Everton win 1-0 on a gluepot pitch, courtesy of Wayne Clarke.
Then enduring what seemed like the longest minibus journey in the world, ever, going home. Until I had a much worse one, coincidentally following the very same fixture, 10 years later.
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