Bradford Bar - you just don't get what you expect to.
God, I remember the first leg. In a pub that was like someone's front room, them running out of cans of Carling at £5 each and everyone having to wait till someone got back from the cash & carry, then queuing up for ages cos only one person could get in the stadium at a time and missing the first part of the match as we were all stuffed into the narrowest of narrow stairwells.
And it only went downhill from there.
