Nice memories. I remember whizzing down to New Cross from Woodford in Essex after school in the 60s ( we had lessons on Saturday mornings! ), hopefully escaping without paying the tube fare, and getting half an hour in Chris Wellard's before going on to watch my local team, Millwall. The considerable challenge was getting back to school by 6 pm to avoid dire consequences and avoiding the football thugs nicking my LPs and beating me up, with even direr consequences.
As a Millwall fan, weren't you doing the beating up?
No, I was one of the few that wasn't. I must have stood out like a sore thumb with my school uniform and regulation navy blue macintosh.