As a kid, I was thrilled to bits when Andy Gray came back in '83. He never should have left in the first place and I cried myself to sleep for weeks afterwards. I was sat in the old Witton Lane, and I can't remember who we were playing, but a little dog found its way onto the pitch and ran around as the Holte End broke into a chorus of "Andy is back, Andy is back, whoa, whoa"... I cried then too...