My mum still reminds me of the day I cried in front of the telly.
Knelt on the floor unable to hold in the big, snotty sobs. Football can do that to you, but this time Swindon weren’t even playing.
It was June 7, 1990 and my beloved team, the centre of my teenage universe, had just been relegated two divisions for financial irregularities.
Just ten days earlier I’d been at Wembley to watch them win promotion to the top flight for the first time in the club’s history.


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