Various things about training, vomming after endless cicuit laps, the delight of the East Hull Winter wind scorching your throat on a run etc...
One match day event that still causes a post traumatic stress disorder of my ears is getting an absolute hospital pass at Post Office Road playing for Wilberforce and being buried in a sand mountain by two twenty two stone Wigan Pie Eaters. It took two JCB's and a crane to get me out.
First and last time my Mum ever watched me play!