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Post by Mav on Jul 1, 2020 9:43:05 GMT 1
And the best thing about all those memories.... no one can take them away. Brilliant.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2020 9:44:42 GMT 1
Kerby. Playing football with a stone. Having tantrums and legging people up (hi Bacca!) Praying for football on that Wednesday sports show (Sportsnight?) and cursing when Harry Carpenter said it was boxing again. Oh my god - we spent hours every night playing kerby - totally forgotten its existence until just now! Used to hang around on a set of steps on the street corner, and in between playing English (headers & volleys) into a driveway, pairs would play kerby (I guess we had two balls?!). There's really not much that is more satisfying than the ball pinging off the edge and bouncing back and fully clearing the road back into your arms. Did you get the point just for it coming back past half way though? The girls with their netball skills would often destroy us! Another thing we used to do when playing kerby, when a car came past and you had someone on either pavement - was at the last minute, fake that you were both picking up a rope and pulling it tight to crap the drivers up. Pretty irresponsible - and also pretty stupid given we lived on a cul-de-sac and EVERY driver coming past knew where we lived!! |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2020 9:46:42 GMT 1
I'm lucky enough to remember my first game. In the Paddock..... V Hartlepools utd..... Tony Leighton scored and 50 years of bliss followed. Why, was it your last game also, or did you take up recreational drugs? |
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2020 9:48:49 GMT 1
Having tantrums and legging people up (hi Bacca!) Were you the kid that would take his ball home?! And thats why some of us ended up playing footy with a can or a stone! |
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Post by digs on Jul 1, 2020 9:51:07 GMT 1
78 was the first world cup i remember it was brilliant,remember my first England kit and tracksuit the admiral one,it was magical football as a child, growing up ruins the experience just like finding out there's no santa.Going in the Cowshed for the first time was a thing ill never forget,absolutely deafening the second half when the open end walked round to fill it.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2020 9:51:48 GMT 1
World Cup 86 - That is my favourite England kit. I had a number 10 shirt like Lineker (had a Barcelona one too)
Domestically, Keith Houchen scoring for Coventry in the 87 FA Cup Final and Wimbledon winning the Cup in 88.
Playing Subbuteo before the likes of Sensible Soccer, FIFA and Championship Manager came along.
Oh and like others have said, the League Ladders, although mine was always from Match magazine (my brother had Shoot).
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Post by rastrick32 on Jul 1, 2020 10:10:57 GMT 1
Having tantrums and legging people up (hi Bacca!) Were you the kid that would take his ball home?! And thats why some of us ended up playing footy with a can or a stone! We were too poor to even have a ball (violins please). However, I was prone to temper flashes (I still am but few and far between nowadays. Sorry again Maynardblue!) I'm sure you are familiar with the phrase taking your bat and ball home? One particular day, I lost it with a lad, he was a well known twat. I poised the ball over some houses into a farmer's field and went home and got my brother's cricket bat and chased the twat around the field. Just like on the pitch, I couldn't get near him. |
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Post by mandysidebottom20 on Jul 1, 2020 10:15:50 GMT 1
Apart from Town, FA Cup Final memories always stick out, in 71' Charlie George arms aloft, 72' Mick Jones busted arm, 73' Jim Montgomery unbeatable arms...âŚ.that was a good one!! Those were my first FA cup memories, too! We didn't have telly so all three matches watched on a neighbours old black and white set. Bob Stokoe's hat ...  ? Difficult to fathom in today's world just how utterly soccer-potty we kids were in the seventies. |
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Jul 1, 2020 10:47:33 GMT 1
All great memories Rastrick,who was Samuel Aylwood? Recall walking up the massive wooden stairs to the Popular Terrace, the view of the green pitch & Town v Chelsea - 1962/63, awesome. The smell of tobacco, was something I'll never forget.The winner was scored by Derek Stokes 1-0 Town! - UTT. A kid I was at school with. We were about 5 or 6 and a group of of us were kicking a football around. Kicking it as hard as you can and chasing until you were shagged out. A bit like football under Warnock! Anyway, I missed the football and connected beautifully with Samuel's knackers. It was such a bad one, the head teacher phoned an ambulance to get him checked out. He was off school for a week and I was traumatised. I thought I'd killed him. Did he talk like Alan Ball afterwards? |
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Post by rastrick32 on Jul 1, 2020 10:53:05 GMT 1
A kid I was at school with. We were about 5 or 6 and a group of of us were kicking a football around. Kicking it as hard as you can and chasing until you were shagged out. A bit like football under Warnock! Anyway, I missed the football and connected beautifully with Samuel's knackers. It was such a bad one, the head teacher phoned an ambulance to get him checked out. He was off school for a week and I was traumatised. I thought I'd killed him. Did he talk like Alan Ball afterwards? It's hard to talk when your bollocks have been kicked up to your throat! |
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Post by mids on Jul 1, 2020 10:58:56 GMT 1
1978 FA Cup Final - Roger Osborne goal for Ipswich
1978 World Cup Final - ticker tape and Kempes
The walk up the rickety steps to the entrance at the back of the Terrace at Leeds Road, and then seeing the vivid green pitch, and the atmosphere
Mally Brown's overlapping runs
Shoot Magazine very Thursday at my Grandma's
Doing the league ladders
Getting Denis Tuert's autograph (he was in hospital in Manchester, and my dad's cousin got it for me bizarrely) and subsequently being a Man City fan as an impressionable six or seven year old - then my dad treating me to go watch Man City at Elland Road, celebrating a Man City goal (I think) and then enduring the chestwanking neanderthals gobbing off, spitting, and hounding us out of the ground - I then saw sense and my dad took me to Leeds Road the following season, and the rest is history
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Jul 1, 2020 10:59:19 GMT 1
Playing Slam. 2 kids repeatedly kicking the ball against a neighbours wall in turn until one of us missed it.
When not enough people turned up for a game, having to play goalie when.
Devouring my Dads Newspaper for all the football reports.
Going to bed wearing my school football kit on a Friday night so Iâd be ready for the game on a Saturday morning.
Watching MOTD, The YTV game on Sunday and Sportsnight with Coleman.
Getting grounded for 2 weeks when after my Dad had spent hours doing the gardening and cutting the lawn, I invited 6 mates around to play football.
It rained and by the time weâd finished the lawn looked like Derbyâs Baseball Ground.
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Post by mandysidebottom20 on Jul 1, 2020 11:31:35 GMT 1
I'll always remember Tomaszewski thwarting England at Wembley in 1973. Not for the match, which I doubt I watched, but because we had a Polish lad in our class (quite exotic at the time) and the day after, at break, he got proper slapped in the playground. He was a nice lad too - called Pablo I think.
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Post by space hardware on Jul 1, 2020 11:47:20 GMT 1
I'll always remember Tomaszewski thwarting England at Wembley in 1973. Not for the match, which I doubt I watched, but because we had a Polish lad in our class (quite exotic at the time) and the day after, at break, he got proper slapped in the playground. He was a nice lad too - called Pablo I think. That sounds incredibly harsh on the poor lad. |
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Post by Christ in Shades (art) on Jul 1, 2020 12:44:33 GMT 1
I'll always remember Tomaszewski thwarting England at Wembley in 1973. Not for the match, which I doubt I watched, but because we had a Polish lad in our class (quite exotic at the time) and the day after, at break, he got proper slapped in the playground. He was a nice lad too - called Pablo I think. Right Polish name that. |
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Post by space hardware on Jul 1, 2020 13:16:31 GMT 1
I'll always remember Tomaszewski thwarting England at Wembley in 1973. Not for the match, which I doubt I watched, but because we had a Polish lad in our class (quite exotic at the time) and the day after, at break, he got proper slapped in the playground. He was a nice lad too - called Pablo I think. Right Polish name that. đđ I was thinking the same |
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Post by mandysidebottom20 on Jul 1, 2020 13:18:18 GMT 1
I'll always remember Tomaszewski thwarting England at Wembley in 1973. Not for the match, which I doubt I watched, but because we had a Polish lad in our class (quite exotic at the time) and the day after, at break, he got proper slapped in the playground. He was a nice lad too - called Pablo I think. That sounds incredibly harsh on the poor lad. Oh, it was - and that's probably why I remember the incident so well. Ten year old soccer thugs! |
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Post by gbow on Jul 1, 2020 13:48:24 GMT 1
It's all about 1970 !
Town beating Watford and parading the 2nd Division Championship Trophy - my first ever match !
Jumpers for goalposts on the rec off Balmoral Avenue or playing "3 and in" using the garages on Gramfield Road as goals.
George Best scoring 6 vs Northampton in the cup
League ladders
Watney Cup
Black and white World Cup 70 footballs
Dougan, Crerand, jack Charlton, Allison, Brian Moore on the World Cup panel
Chelsea v Leeds in 2 FA cup final matches !
Leather footballs that got 10 times as heavy when wet lol
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2020 13:57:41 GMT 1
My story is the same as most, First game as a 5 year old, In for free, "lift him over" said the turn style lad, Went in the stand that day, The one and only time,
Next game into the Terrace where my Dad always stood, Edge of penalty area halfway up the terrace, Cowshed to our right, Same again going through the style, "lift him over", I don't think my Dad paid anything for my entry for a couple of years
The terrace was like a giant playground and I was always amazed when you went looking for your Dad all the blokes around that area seemed to know who you were and who you were looking for " he is up here kid " and you didn't know any of em or see any of em apart from at the match, Uncanny also how as a kid you knew it was time to go looking for your Dad when folk gathered near the floodlight 5 minutes from time.
Great days, free to roam and on many occasion throughout junior school a gang of us would get as near to the terrace singers as we could and I recall legging it as fast as you could back towards my dad along the moat at the bottom of the terrace when there was a bit of bother, Once back near the old boy, you could happily join in the "your gonna get your fucking heads kicked in and get into em" songs
Cup Final wise, Ipswich was the first I sat and watched and having Scots blood I recall going to school decked out in tartan World Cup 78, I remember the ticker tape streaming down but little of any games, probably because they were late kick offs.
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Jul 1, 2020 13:58:57 GMT 1
It's all about 1970 ! Town beating Watford and parading the 2nd Division Championship Trophy - my first ever match ! Jumpers for goalposts on the rec off Balmoral Avenue or playing "3 and in" using the garages on Gramfield Road as goals. George Best scoring 6 vs Northampton in the cup League ladders Watney Cup Black and white World Cup 70 footballs Dougan, Crerand, jack Charlton, Allison, Brian Moore on the World Cup panel Chelsea v Leeds in 2 FA cup final matches ! Leather footballs that got 10 times as heavy when wet lol 3 and in. Iâd forgot that one. âGoalie Whenâ was another one. Bestâs six goals I think came in his first game back from a ban, brilliant. Dougan had a time introducing Yorkshire TV football on a Sunday and he was totally useless. |
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Post by Wingman on Jul 1, 2020 14:38:26 GMT 1
Late 80âs, first match at Leeds Road. Hooked.
The stink of Bovril and horrible bogs. Writing my own guessed predicted scores for the days matches in the programme rather than waiting to see the scores input onto the old scoreboard at the away end.
Falling in love immediately with the ground, the Greenallâs shirt (which I now have and wear too often), and desperately hoping my Dad or brother would bring me again, even though we were rubbish.
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Post by rastrick32 on Jul 1, 2020 15:05:11 GMT 1
Anyone remember that game where you had to kick a can as far as possible. It was a bit like outings; some kids defended the can whilst others attacked. I'm sure we used to call it 'kick the can and fuck it'. Stuff like that is back in vogue with FA coaching, modern names like arrival activities, invasion games etc.
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Post by Malvern Tom (WAHLS) on Jul 1, 2020 15:10:44 GMT 1
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Post by bogart on Jul 1, 2020 15:58:05 GMT 1
2-1 Town v Newcastle easter 1963
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Post by golcarexile on Jul 1, 2020 15:58:27 GMT 1
3 and in, headers and volleys, cuppies, double cuppies, superstars, slam. Always jumpers or blazers for goalposts. Having a 'penny on it' meaning if there were any arguments about whether the ball went between the jumpers or under the imaginary crossbar, you could have a penalty to decide the outcome. Full length diving saves and sliding tackles on tarmac playgrounds resulting in ruined trousers and bloody knees. Making do with a tennis ball or can in the absence of a proper football. Happy days.
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Post by menstonterrier on Jul 1, 2020 16:09:36 GMT 1
Remember a couple of things from the early 1960's.....
after a home game against Rotherham, found one of the old wooden rattles. Now an offensive weapon but then lots of kids had them.
at another home game, I got separated from my Dad & was walked around the perimeter of the pitch by a policeman until I was claimed. Must have been 5 or 6 then.
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Jul 1, 2020 16:10:01 GMT 1
3 and in, headers and volleys, cuppies, double cuppies, superstars, slam. Always jumpers or blazers for goalposts. Having a 'penny on it' meaning if there were any arguments about whether the ball went between the jumpers or under the imaginary crossbar, you could have a penalty to decide the outcome. Full length diving saves and sliding tackles on tarmac playgrounds resulting in ruined trousers and bloody knees. Making do with a tennis ball or can in the absence of a proper football. Happy days. Brilliant. Blimey, you had some technical rules sorted for your games. |
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Post by mandysidebottom20 on Jul 1, 2020 16:19:28 GMT 1
Remember Wallie? (pronounced 'whal-ley') - the only rule was to hit the ball back against the wall, in turn and in the manner of squash. Any number started, you were eliminated as and when you missed. You could hit some wickedly oblique angles and get the ball through the gap in the railing and onto the main road. Under a bus if you were really lucky.
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Post by rastrick32 on Jul 1, 2020 16:51:05 GMT 1
Remember Wallie? (pronounced 'whal-ley') - the only rule was to hit the ball back against the wall, in turn and in the manner of squash. Any number started, you were eliminated as and when you missed. You could hit some wickedly oblique angles and get the ball through the gap in the railing and onto the main road. Under a bus if you were really lucky. Yes! Like an offshoot of slam. When you got them under car wheels of parked cars - that was like getting a 180 at darts! I remember you couldn't kick the ball until it had stopped. The ultimate in our game was down Blagden Lane in Newsome. The next shot could be about a third of a mile away, at an impossible angle. You still had a go though! |
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Jul 1, 2020 16:57:15 GMT 1
Remember Wallie? (pronounced 'whal-ley') - the only rule was to hit the ball back against the wall, in turn and in the manner of squash. Any number started, you were eliminated as and when you missed. You could hit some wickedly oblique angles and get the ball through the gap in the railing and onto the main road. Under a bus if you were really lucky. Yes! Like an offshoot of slam. When you got them under car wheels of parked cars - that was like getting a 180 at darts! I remember you couldn't kick the ball until it had stopped. The ultimate in our game was down Blagden Lane in Newsome. The next shot could be about a third of a mile away, at an impossible angle. You still had a go though! Ha ha ha ha!!! I remember a kid who had perfected the art of laying down in the road and playing a âscoop shotâ not only unwedging the ball from the car wheel but also usually hitting the target. |
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