I remember the game at Eastville which made it to MOTD. At the kick-off, an old acquaintance who hailed from Tolpuddle called Rod, with very distinctive shoulder-length red hair, was being frog-marched along the side of the pitch by the rozzers, having been "ejected" from the Tote End. Strange thing was, in those days the coppers would often just return the "over-enthused" supporters back to their own section, usually to a hero's welcome. I remember him telling me how, later that night when the game came on the TV, he had to jump up from his chair to block his Dad's view of the screen until the danger had passed!