We were on our way to the Challenge Cup final of 1961. My brother John and I had managed to get a couple of tickets to the match and a lift with the Morgan’s Pop Factory down the road from where we lived in Ashton in Makerfield. Now the constituency of our Prime Minister. Never thought I’d ever be able to write that. John was a massive fan of Wigan Rugby, as we called it ( none of these silly extra names required for our team in those days and no adverts on their bums either ), which we thought … Continue reading On the pop bus to Wembley…