I remain convinced to this day that Peter Eales was pissed the day we go knocked out of the trophy at home to Cheltenham. I have told this story before, so apologies.
It was a few days after the draw with Spurs at White Hart Lane, and it was our first game in defence of the FA Trophy that Kingy had lifted at Wembley the previous spring.
Cheltenham were bottom of the Southern League South West and Midlands, and had not won away all season. And their goalkeeper could not get time off work so they had to put their leading scorer in goals.
They scored twice in the first 10 minutes, both soft shots, the second had Peter Eales lying on his back waving his legs in the air and laughing uproariously. Drunk! I am sure of it.