10- Unbeaten runs and Barry
Thanks to the shambles that was the Leeds United ticketing service and my Dad's forgetfulness, I missed the next 15 games of the 1989/90 season which, including the draw against Blackburn where I'd watched from their end, stretched to 14 unbeaten. In fact the run ended on November 11th just down the road at Leicester where a certain Gary Mcallister tapped home a late winner in a seven-goal thriller at Filbert Street with kick-off delayed to allow a huge Leeds following to pack into Leicester's now demolished old stadium.
My Dad must shoulder some of the blame because just before the defeat at Leicester, he handed me a scrap of paper with the name Barry and a 01283 Burton-On-Trent phone number. He said someone had given it to him weeks ago, Barry was the Secretary of the Leeds United Supporters Club West Midlands branch.
I dialled the number and it was answered by the man himself, sounding somewhat groggy as he was a shift worker at one of Burton's breweries and had been down to Portsmouth the night before (3-3 draw remember Guy Whittingham).
It must have driven him mad, people phoning at all hours wanting coach seats and tickets. Barry explained that technically the membership was oversubscribed but he'd make an exception on my part. He said he would be unable to get me a ticket for our next home game against Watford on 18th November but I was more than welcome to travel on the coach, for just a fiver, and try my luck getting into the Kop which had very limited "pay on the day" availability, but thereafter it would not be an issue getting tickets. I was back in business.
Barry gave me the rendezvous point, which was a drab layby just off the A38 at Clay Mills. I was there in good time and met Barry and was introduced to some of the others like Bob, Taff, Derek and his missus Kay.
The branch hired two-coaches from the Kidderminster firm called Go Whittle. I loved the livery of white, gold and blue. Okay there was a green stripe in it too but they were ahead of their time as we would have a green away kit five-years later.
Despite working in a brewery and being surrounded by the stuff, Barry was fond of a pint. Every match without fail the coach would stop first at the Woodman pub on the A653, which was a fair old stagger to rge stadium and then it would pull in near to the Drysalters near to the junction with Elland Road and finally decant the passengers who were not obsessed with a pre-match pint or six, or like me wasn't legally old enough to drink and needed to get into the Kop otherwise it would have been a wasted journey.
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