OK, here it is.
So, I was led down the touchline and into a brand new police room, under the Arkells Stand. It was a room with no windows, not all that big, and at the end of it was a police sergeant. He was not very tall (in fact he was short, so I've no idea how he got into the police), seemed quite old to me, had dark hair slicked back with Brylcreem, and a thin pencil moustache. He looked a bit like an army sergeant major. He was stood behind a lecturn, and due to his shortness was stood on a box!
He says to the two coppers that were holding me, in a broad Swindon yokel accent "What has he done?" So they tell him I've invaded the pitch. One of them then says "But that's not all sarge" and spins me round to show him the back of my t-shirt. "So yooo ates Swindon do yooo?" he says "Well oi f*****g ates yooo, yooo little baaaaarstard"
He then steps down from his box, walks over, kicks me up the a**e and says "Get this baaaaaarstard out of moy soight" in his silly accent.So they kicked me out of the ground, no arrest, and I thought I'd try to pay to get in again. The Oxford fans had caused so much mayhem that the turnstile operators had given up and I just walked straight back in without paying to a hero's welcome, and watched us beat Swindon at the County Ground for the first time ever.
Happy days, and as I said before, a totally different era. It makes me realise that today's generation will never have the kind of fun that we had back in the day.