Where where you? Where where you

Leicester Fosse? Bunch of Johnnie-come-latelys! I was a season ticket holder in the Leicester Ratae days. Vardimus Maximus and Nugius Davidius were up front as I recall.

Downs stood up on the train all the way down to london and back its so long ago my memory of it is in black and white.
Great stuff guys lets not get all Richard 3rd over all this true supporter poo.

my dad is harder than your dad and he was born in leicester so there

I think I didn't make the game as I was stuck in an uncompromising sexual position.

If you go to Beacon Hill, you can just make out my old scarf and rattle embedded in the ancient igneous rock outcrop at the top – look for the bit where the rock has a slightly blueish tinge.

Vulpes you are fibbing, I have caught you out, I know for a fact that rattles were banned in prehistoric times, they weren't allowed until the Roman era.

Nev. Nowt has changed. You're still likely to be standing on a train all the way down to London and back.

Vulpes has gone all Pre Cambrian on us.

Despite not being born I've recently discovered, under hypnosis, that in a previous incarnation I attended every post war Leicester City match up to 1969.This clearly makes me a better fan than all of you.

Then again in the spring of 1963 I did leave a match 5 minutes early so perhaps I was just a fair weather glory hunter. ??

Filbert Nutt, you must be thinking of the wooden rattle 'sonatis spurius' popularised by supporters of the famous Roma manager Claudius. The one I was referring to, was just some dried nuts in a desiccated pigs bladder on a stick.