While you're all here, perhaps you'd like to explain what exactly went off to cause the founding of BIFA and car park protests?
It's always more interesting hearing it from the fans than staid reports in the papers... I've read bits and pieces but must admit, business and politics weren't great loves of mine at the time.
/grabs the chocolate and settles down for story time.
Are you sitting comfortably? Then I shall begin ........
Once upon a time there was a fluffy bunny called Uncle Reg who liked making and spending bunny money and the beautiful game of football. He decided to mix the two and hopped into Sheffield and took over an ailing club who were now in Division Four. He spent a lot of bunny money without getting much back and got United back to Division Two (with quite a lot of assistance from the bunny players).
He still hopped about, sometimes trying to evict Scottish people from their land (allegedly), and became well acquainted with the world of jute from India. During this time, United ambled around, got relegated once, but then promoted twice. Now around this time, there were several other bunnies called Uncle Paul, Uncle Stephen, Uncle/Auntie Sam/antha, who wanted what Uncle Reg had got.
Uncle Reg had stopped spending bunny money by this point. Indeed, so that we could get a new bunny player in, St David of Bunny Lane had to use some of his own bunny money to get a bunny player to come to our burrow. Many other bunnies who had to pay bunny money to watch Uncle Reg's show were getting a bit fed up, so Uncle Reg let someone else have a go. Lots of paying bunnies were quite happy for another bunny to have a go, as it was becoming clear that Uncle Reg didn't love the beautiful game anymore.
Uncle Reg went back home, and let the others have a go, except Auntie/Uncle Sam/antha who had other problems and went to the vets. Unfortunately, the Bunny Police didn't like Uncle Stephen and Uncle Paul (in particular). Meanwhile, United had less and less bunny money to use, despite paying bunnies paying more and more bunny money to watch the beautiful game.
Soon Uncle Stephen decided he was going ruin a lot of bunny bootee shops, and Uncle Paul disguised himself cunningly as a hare and went to live elsewhere, as InterBunny Police wanted to talk to him about some missing lettuces.
So, Uncle Reg came back, but he wasn't a happy bunny. In fact he was a very unhappy bunny, and started being very spiteful and threw his bunny toys out of the bunny burrow, but worst of all, he sold the favouritest and bestest bunny player out of the bunny burrow to the nasty bunnies up the road, whose burrow is in weeds.
St David of Bunny Lane, demoralised and beaten now having to visit the other dreadful burrows at places like Burslem Burrow, and Middles Burrow, had given up, and the paying bunnies decided to make their voices known. Lots of bunnies aroung the whole of the United Bunnydom were doing this, and our burrow needed immediate help, as Uncle Reg had knocked a big wall of the burrow down, but never wanted to use any bunny money to make it nice and warm again.
Uncle Reg was a nice bunny at first, but turned into an evil, spiteful bunny in the end. Eventually, the Bunnies' Independent Fans Association was born, and at one point helped to bring the paying bunnies' voice to the Uncle Bunnies.
Now the next chapter is called "Uncle Mike of City Burrow, and the drain forward".
Night night, sleep tight! Don't let the bed bugs bite!