Very special to soccer is HELEN ATHERTON of Sheffield, Yorkshire. No pent-up match is complete unless she’s leaping about in her stand seat, giving off cries of rapturous delight as the ball thuds into the back of the net.
“Hold it,” said the feller next to her, “that makes us two down, so what’s there to get frenzied about, doll?”
“Their shorts are so dishy,” said Helen.
“The ones in the striped shorts.”
“That’s the raving enemy,” he said, incensed. “They can capture me anytime,” said Helen.
Well, Saturdays in the grandstand make a nice change from other days in her office typing pool.