I had to escape from my house because I had people camping outside trying to speak to me. Let's be fair, rugby fans were high-class yobs - if they were football fans now you'd arrest the lot of them.
At Twickenham you'd always be offered a chicken leg or a glass of champagne. Things were different in those days - you used to get to know people, make some friends. As a policeman Twickenham used to be a lovely number.
