never told this story before...me and four older blokes went over to Leicester one Wed night in 1972 to score 3000 Blues... the boys had saved £300 for big score
Cut a long story short we had two guys in the pub, one guy in the car, one guy out of the way with a bat and me as a watcher near the pub entrance.
It was my job to go into the pub and make sure there was only two guys in the pub, non in the bogs or outside in the car park, seemed ok so I gave the thumbs up after clocking the two blokes and exchanging nods etc..
TR AND ED went in with me hanging about near the door... I clocked this shoe box on the table and me thinks if the Old Bill turn up now we've had it, after about 5 mins voices were raised and turned round to see this Leicester bloke stand up and put both hands on this table giving it the big one.." f*** off its 10 a quid, thats what we agreed and thats what I want"
Next thing I knows all hell lets loose, TR is telling me to move,move. move and I look across to this bloke with his left hand pinned to a table with a 10" knife, ED runs past me with a shoe box and I'm thinking....wtf while looking at this guy 3m away from me wailing with blood gushing out of his hand.
We had a fucking good weekend though...