I'm sure I've bored you all with this before and I've tried to find it in my previous posts without success so I'll give you the (very) abridged version.
At the start of the 70s, I used to travel by bus then train to matches living as I did in North Manchester.
One weekend we were playing at Scarborough and I was planning to make the trip with my girlfriend on the supporters coach. Anyway we reached ML late and on enquiring to confirm this were just getting set to walk back to the station when Freddie Pye walked out of the pools office and asked where we were going. On finding out, he told us to wait ten minutes and the players coach turned up and we got on.
Approaching Seamer Road, he came to us and said just walk in with us and say 'players and officials'. When we were challenged by the local blazer-person who asked what role my GF had with the club, Freddie just said 'shut up and let them in or we're all back on the coach matey'. We got in.
Coming back, the coach stopped for the arranged meal a few miles out of scarborough and they set two extra places for us.
As we came over the pennines on the M62, Freddie asked us where we'd like to be dropped and said that John Cooke (our then number eight) was being dropped at Prestwich and would drop us off in his car from there.
The funny thing is, I don't remember the match at all but our adventure that day typified the kind of club Alty were - and are - and that's why they command such loyalty.