I first met my now ex-wife when she was home from the Sixth Form from her boarding school down south. We went out when she was home and wrote letters when she wasn't. Sort of fizzled out but after a couple of months I noticed her standing with a couple of other girls on the Golf Road - she was now at South Trafford College. I went over to have a chat and that was it. Three months later we were engaged - she later told me she knew I went to Alty and so went along to 'accidently' bump into me. So you could say Alty brought us together for what was a 29 year marriage. Not so good was her first away game - it was away at Northwich. It started badly when she turned uo in her mothers old college scarf which just happened to be green and white. In those days the Swill Field was not a happy hunting ground for the Robins and games often seemed to end in a 1-0 defeat. A pretty dismal match in which Alty had the better chances was dragging its way to a 0-0 when in the final few minutes Vics were given a probably dubious penalty - cue cursing and handwringing, flinging of cups and programmes to the ground, cries of anguish and despair. As I looked skywards with tears of rage forming in my eyes, she turned to me and said, 'Never mind, it might be an indirect penalty.'