Flying The Flag I blame my Dad really. I always tell him that if I’d been born in either Kensington or Salford then I wouldn’t have to go through this trauma every season. But no, my Dad is from Smethwick, spitting distance from the Hawthorns. When I was growing up he told me stories of sneaking under turnstiles to collect beer bottles and getting the money back on them. He told me stories of Glory Days – Jeff Astle, Bomber Brown and Cup Finals, standing room only, European football and beating the Villa. He made it sound so romantic and I was hooked. From an early age, it was West Bromwich Albion all the way. Fast forward forty years and Tony Pulis is in charge. No Cup Finals, no sell-out crowds, just Pulis-style football. If you’re a Stoke, West Brom or even Middlesboro’ fan, then this needs no explanation. If you’re not, then imagine parked buses, one up front and one shot on target in three home games – you get the picture. We finished last season in March, when we...







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