We all think we've got fond memories of Subbuteo but the truth of the matter is, it was :censored:. The dog used to chew the goalkeepers, the pitch was always bobbly so the players' bases would catch, the ball (if you could find it after a couple of months of downtime, since John Ashworth got the Millenium Falcon for his birthday and it was all around to his house for weeks) would roll off down a crease, and Raymond Hardacre (my arch nemesis) would without fail step on the nets. Again. The 'accessories' were impractical or useless (floodlights? :censored: me) and you could never replicate the suggested set up in the glossy catalogue.