Despite my naff name that can't change on here I was born in the front bedroom of 8 Glebe Meadow, East Dean (61 years ago July 17), which is in Hampshire but West Dean just down the road is half in Wiltshire and half in Hampshire, both places about 12 miles from Salisbury and about 20 miles from Southampton.
Buddens used to run the 'Two-Bob' coach through the villages to go the Dell every home game. It was called the 'Two-Bob' coach because from the days of my late-brother using it when he was about 8 until we moved to Lockerley 10 years later when asked how much it was, the old boy collecting the money always said 'Two-Bob'.
Only problem was the coach used to park up near the away supporters coaches near the bowling green so we had to walk back that way - Chelsea in Division Two prevented that so my mate and I, the most non-hooligans you could ever met, somehow ended up running away from Chelsea fans in places in Southampton I'd never been too, we just managed to catch the coach as it was leaving. We were about 13 at the time.
Another one was stopping next to the Plymouth Argyle coaches in traffic after a Friday night 1-0 win, they went utterly mental and tried to get off their coaches to get on ours and smash the windows. Again a bus almost exclusively full of young boys and old men from the villages. How tough were they?