When we're talking about football, I'll bow to no-one when it comes to being hidebound and conservative, but I'll make an exception when foreigners are making a racket with horns at international football matches.
Peter Jones, Bryon Butler, talking down a crackly phone line on Radio 2, half drowned out by air horns in somewhere impossibly exotic like Mönchengladbach.. That was what international football was all about back then when it was fun.
I don't mind vuvuzelas, they take me back to those days. Better than the fucking England Brass Band any day.