Friday 1 April 1988

Today was Friday, Good Friday.

Accordingly, or for some reason anyway, I was dispatched off into deepest darkest Wales with one of my Dad’s colleagues to help him deliver animal feed to some remote farms.  It was actually a right good day out and a day’s graft to boot – this 18 year old had finally earned a few beers on a Friday night.

There was even more excitement awaiting me when I got home.  As I crossed the threshold, my Mum handed me my driving test appointment card.  Apparently, she had hidden it when it had arrived on Thursday as she didn’t want either of my siblings to know that it had arrived.  So, the date was set for Friday 22 April 1988.  Look out!

Saturday 2 April 1988

Back in the day, the Easter weekend’s football fixtures saw many of the major issues decided.  With Liverpool running away with things at the top of the first division however, their 2-1 defeat at the City Ground, Nottingham merely postponed the inevitable.  With them still having 8 games to play and nearest challengers Manchester United only 6, the Reds were still eleven points clear, still in theory requiring 3 more wins to make sure.

In the second division, Shrewsbury Town were still playing for all the points they could get, so a 1-0 win over Leeds United at Gay Meadow was most welcome – mercurial Scottish winger Victor Kasule grabbing the glory.  With Huddersfield Town and Reading adrift in the bottom two places, the win kept Shrewsbury’s head above the water and a point clear of Sheffield United and Bournemouth.

In other news, this 18 year old young buck went out with his Mum and Dad, his Mum’s cousin and her boyfriend – that’s Mum’s cousin’s boyfriend, not Mum’s.  Such an alternative arrangement may just have made my Dad a little uncomfortable!

Sunday 3 April 1988

Easter Sunday.

Today we had dinner at our Great Aunty’s (my Mum’s mum’s sister).  We were home by 9pm – all in all very exciting!  I was busy anticipating tomorrow’s impending trip to Ewood Park to watch Shrewsbury face promotion chasing Blackburn Rovers.

Monday 4 April 1988

Easter (Bank Holiday) Monday.

A day out today with a coach trip to Blackburn Rovers’ Ewood Park ground to see Ian McNeill’s Shrewsbury Town do battle with Don Mackay’s Rovers.

This was the supporting contest on a day of games featuring Glaswegian managers as Alex Ferguson took his Manchester United to meet Kenny Dalglish’s Liverpool at Anfield.  Both games ended in draws after the away teams had been two goals adrift at half time.  At Ewood the final score was 2-2, whilst an Anfield it was 3-3.


Tuesday 5 April 1988

After four days off for Easter, I managed to get down to do some homework slash revision.  With my A Levels just around the corner this really was the least I could do.  Unfortunately, I really did do the least I could do – in fact I probably did less than that.

To wit, I actually took time out to watch Scott from Neighbours on the BBC programme Open Air.  Read that again, v e r y   s l o w l y and you might get an idea of what an unfocussed young cuss I was.

Friday 8 April 1988

A real relegation 6-pointer was in prospect for this evening as I was looking forward to Shrewsbury Town versus Bournemouth.

The match itself has slipped away into the mists of time in terms of what actually happened on the pitch.  However, what I do remember is the absolute downpour that we enjoyed as we trudged our way to the ground and then endured throughout the 90 minutes of action on what started out as a football pitch but ended up as a quagmire.

In the history books it says Shrewsbury Town 2-1 Bournemouth which meant that Town were now 5 points clear of both Bournemouth and Sheffield United with 4, 6 and 5 games remaining.

The night just got better and better, as I watched Friday Night Live upon my arrival at home.

Saturday 9 April 1988

Today was FA Cup Semi Finals Day as well as Grand National Day.

As was usual (and still is) I backed a horse that managed to get round in one piece (yay!) but did not trouble the places (boo!).

In semi-final news, at Hillsborough, Liverpool defeated Nottingham Forest by two John Aldridge goals to one of the Nigel Clough variety.  Meanwhile, down at White Hart Lane, ‘plucky’ Wimbledon came from behind to see off Luton Town, with goals from John Fashanu (penalty) and Dennis Wise answering Mick Harford’s opener.

The final on 14 May was going to be the mother of all clashes of styles.

Sunday 10 April 1988

Today was a very nice day.  Ah, such imaginative use of the English Language.

Unfortunately, it wasn’t perfect, because there was no cricket to make it so.  Well, that’s a little more imaginative at least.