Worcester fixture reminds me of my early youth. My Dad travelled to the away game in the cup when I was about 9 years old. He got home in the early hours after various rail delays and he had flu. He had stood on a grass bank in terrible weather and watched an awful game. We waited up for him and were so relieved when he got home, drenched and ill.
My Dad had served 6 years in the infantry in the Second World War but at my age that trip to Worcester was far more important than that. He didn't take me and I was not impressed, but in the absence of internet, even local radio and definitely no TV or phones, we had no means of knowing where or how he was. He returned home poorly but he was OK.