I was working on Deansgate in Bolton at the time, and couldn't get any decent reception on the shop radio. So I had to keep running out of the shop, and looking into the shop next doors window, which was Granada TV Rentals I think, and look at the video printer or teleprinter as it may be still been then. What a long season that felt like, long trips to Cambridge (twice), and what felt like around a dozen defeats in a row. In a subsequent edition of When Saturday Comes, a Plymouth fan had written a letter in wondering why thousands of Rovers fans referred to the manager as Kinky Knees!