Sharpe Practice Made Perfect
Writer on Whose Every Word We Hung
I will never forget our first home game of the 1968-69 season. I arrived by train in Wolverhampton from Wigan North Western nice and early and, as was my wont, walked to Molineux to get my programme before making my customary trip to a café in town for faggots, chips and peas. Don’t tell me I don’t know great food when I see it. What I had not anticipated was the wonderful surprise I had in opening the pages of Molinews. Wolves’ programme had gone glossy!