The first warning sign was getting the bus early into the city. This meant a convoluted walk from the city centre and, conveniently, watering at five hostelries on the way. Meaning that despite leaving plenty of time, they still only just made it to the ground. The Trent End stand were already leading the chants, calling in the stragglers. Jody and his dad rushed through the car park of the Main Stand, around the back of the Trent End, skirting the river, and to the side of the Executive Stand, where Jody’s dad gave his characteristic brand of well-meant but unsettling safety advice.
“If we get separated I’ll meet you at the edge of the car park around by the Main Stand, where we walked passed.” Jody nodded in acknowledgment, worried about how likely it was that they’d get separated.
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