COME on Mr Ransome and Mr Lickley, let's not get the hankies and floral tributes out just yet, please (Evening Press, Saturday, January 22).

Okay, have a laugh. Yes, that's good, KitKat Crescent rules bar none, dark (choc) humour, fine. But really, what's in a name?

You are missing the point - York City are struggling financially, and Nestl is pumping much-needed cash into the club. It could be worse. What about Arriva Avenue, or Persimmon Plaza?

Yet City's ground will always be known as Bootham Crescent in the hearts of those true City fans who it was my privilege to be among again last Saturday against Morecambe.

I have to admit this was my first visit of the season, and, after witnessing a 45 minutes when the away team threatened to run riot, I thought it would be my last. But no, could it have been the half-time KitKats, or something Viv Busby said, things changed - well I certainly did. I left a chilly Popular Stand for the warmth of the David Longhurst Stand - and shouted.

Andy Bishop (John Byrne reincarnated?) worked his socks off. Chris Porter in goal, rode his luck to make some blinding saves, and Darren Dunning and Dave Merris still looked a class act. And then the fairytale ending - a penalty in the last minute - brilliant.

So there's life in the old Yorkie Bars yet, and no way should they be 'allowed to quietly slip away'.

Okay, I know, one swallow (Barry) a summer does not make, but, please, please, lads, snap out of it.

Alan Glasby,

Mayfield Grove,

Dringhouses,

York.

Updated: 11:08 Saturday, January 29, 2005