I remember taking my dad down to EP when he visited us back from Fuengirola. He had been with us for a few days so the cold went straight for his joints and it was like walking with Douglas Bader (for you young one use google).
When we finally got in (about five minutes late) I sat him down and asked him if he wanted a blanket to keep his legs warm. Do I bollocks was the response :-)

We watched the game, County scored, the opposition scored and we left EP thankful for the point.

It wasn't until we got home that we were told that County had lost 2-1

Thank gawd we now have a scoreboard that my son-in-law to be and an avid red said on Boxing Day is better than any at Old Trafford