I remember taking you to Chelsea for the first games, singing all down the Fulham road, I was only about 15 myself but you loved it, we spoke about it again just last year, Phil Hudson used to let us in the West Stand free. Then there were the Clarendon years, bumping into you Fridays and Sundays in the smokiest heaviest pub in London after the Drugstore shut, the ginger kids from the flats. RIP Del, I know you have friends and family waiting for you, when its my turn I will look out for you near the metal stage in the sky.