I was reminiscing with my Dad the other day about going to the Wolves ground as an 8 year old, we laughed about his almost ritualistic routine on a Saturday morning before we set off .....
All normal life stopped until it was time to get in the car & go , then I mentioned the crowd chanting & the club anthems .. whenever I hear liberator I always think of the Wolves , not really an anthem as there's no words .. I loved the atmosphere & the sea of black & gold scarves , we are talking the mid 70's here
It brought back some very lovely memories of me & my Dad &