We arrived at the ground about half twelve the bus was leaving approx one thirty......Bartons buses...still makes me smile to this day,The luxury red and cream coaches with threadbare seats. We had purchased our bus ticket at the ticket office which was at the back of the main stand , The game itself was pay at the gate think it cost a four quid to get in &the travel was a fiver rather different now i fear ?...Mick oram (think he took over running forest buses ) steve from leicester, Doughnut (never knew his name,he was the loudest forest fan i ever heard bit plump but very likeable...youve probably seen him) some lads from newark pike brothers if my memory is intact, A Right mixture, it was all led by Mr Mel Cox the chain smoking organiser..in a suit ,always reminded me of the guy in dads army who could get you anything you wanted
Exiting white heart lane was always a exercise need with military precision if you got on the outer edge of the police escort you would almost certainly end up with a slap or a bit of spit for your hair stylist to mould your mullet. As we were led to our coaches the local met police liked to scare us younger lads with stories of how we would be lucky to make it alive to the coach ...i actually believed him in fact a few years later on 6th oct 1985 pc Kieth Blakelock was tragically murdered in the same area ..Broadwater farm....
The journey home was a little subdued due to the loss but dave was happy cos i bet they would score the penalty that peter shilton saved ....so i was a fiver down ,also...we stopped at watford gap again but on the north bound side..always prefered this side in later years because if you walked up a bit of a hill you ended up in a pub ,now this pubs beer was like horse piss and probably still is ,if its still open ...back on the coach after 2 pints of HP and off to notts....Radclffe power station,not long now....As we entered the great city of Nottingham i asked Dave how he thought we might get home? Not a clue he replied , Not a good sign at 1.30am in the morning twenty odd miles from home . The bus unloaded at the city ground. we asked the driver if he was going anywhere near Bilsthorpe...how naive was we ."Arnold roundbout mate, i can drop you there not supposed to like but i will "? We jumped off at the roundabout and decided as we had no money (always a sober moment) to walk the approx 15 miles..after about 2 miles and the dissapearance of street lights we did the thumb out thing to every car that passed, "hes stopping Glyn" we both ran to the car as fast as we could prob the quickest 200 metres this country has seen , yes he drove off as we got to the car ...the bastard...about 3:30/ 4am on the darkest part of the A614 we were over three quarters of the way home when out of this bush someone asks "you got any fags" ...Oh my god we nearly died of fright, it was a tramp having a kip in a bush ..never laughed so much !!! Finally we got to daves house about 5ish sore feet thirsty, hungry and very tired ....just think school in couple of hours, dont think i got any sleep that morning due to the friggin gerbil on his wheel in daves front room drove me round the bend ! "Get up Glyn" school time. Bus comes at 8..................wouldnt change a thing, another great forest memory..thanks for reading youuuuuu reeeeeeeeds