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Post by mosher on Oct 28, 2022 10:41:42 GMT 1
Marshleeds it's like nowadays the young don't have the imaginations we had back then. I can't see something like Warhammer or Dungeons & Dragons (desk top dice-based MRPG's for the young computer bods out there) getting as big if they were released nowadays. Have computer games screwed with the youth's imaginations? Dice and bits of paper (and if you were rich die-cast figurines) could wile away hours of your free time if it was raining and you couldn't play outdoors. Even outdoors the imagination played a huge part in games, sticks for guns, local woods transforming into Vietnam, getting "blown up" and rolling down hills, exploring local woods that have suddenly become The Land That Time Forgot, watching out for Dinosaurs, crossing little brooks filled with piranha.  We did all of that too but never knew any different? Remember a badly dubbed French? kids TV Series early 70’s called Flashing Blades where sword fighters fought the Spanish……we recreated that in Brighouse Library Gardens by attacking Purple Headed Flowers with sticks pretending we were killing Spaniards! ( Thankfully the Park Keeper never caught us as that would be dubbed mindless vandalism now) Now have young nephews / nieces who are into all the modern console games and don’t begrudge them that, time and technology moves on but you do worry quietly that this cannot compare to our times of using imagination and playing safely outside in the fresh air from dawn till dark, something modern youth will never do. Different times in so many ways but that’s the way it is. Don't get me wrong, I love a good computer game too, had a Commodore 64 when I was about 11-12, moved onto Amiga 500, Amiga 500+, then Amiga 1000 afterwards and did the whole console thing in my 20's, had laptop/desktop PCs since 00's. Even those are usually strategy based games (other than Pro Evo) like Civ, Black & White, Command & Conquer, Dune, etc. But even when we had the Commodore 64 we'd get kicked out of the house; "You're not playing indoors when it's so nice out" was said quite often. Especially if my dad had just got back from a 3-month training exercise  |
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Oct 28, 2022 10:43:24 GMT 1
Agree Marsh. I recall being bought a football stadium model made of heavy cardboard which had a pitch surrounded by stands with crowds faces painted on the terraces. But the best part was 22 plastic players that you could, using easily wiped off paint, use whatever team colours you wanted. So, my game was deciding which fixture I fancied playing - usually based on my favourite kits of the time - then painting all the players and then selecting the squads that would face each other. Using my best kid impression of Barry Davies, I’d then play out the fixture using a yellow plastic ball. I probably did this once a day for about a year. Inventive because we had no tech in those days - my god some of us were football mad! Did very similar and I was Subbuteo Mad, the game itself was a bit crap looking back but I had all the teams, accessories, stands etc but usually played solo and added my own take on it by making reams of coloured supporter flags of various teams with felt tips and cut out A4 Paper. Was always inspired by TV Games of the day and from experiences of regularly attending matches, at ER in my case, with My Dad from mid 70’s onwards. I too did the copycat commentaries, John Motson in my case and was fascinated watching the huge crowds at matches on TV and even lesser teams going on a Cup Run e.g. Blyth Spartans got to 5th Round FA Cup? Mid 70’s? …..then proceeded to make multiple Green / White Flags for my Subbuteo Stands after finding out as much as I could about previously (to me anyway) unheard of non League Teams via Football Magazines, Reference Books, Football Card Albums etc… Hence some mutual memories shared previously watching old football coverage on modern day TV, takes me right back to sights, sounds and smells of Football in the 70’s onwards with My Dad, then with Mates as the 80’s came along. Happy Days indeed.😉 Even now when watching “Big Match Revisited “ I bore the hell out of people by informing them of players Transfer fee and their previous clubs. It’s a great skill when in a pub sport quiz. |
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Post by Marshleeds on Oct 28, 2022 10:51:18 GMT 1
Did very similar and I was Subbuteo Mad, the game itself was a bit crap looking back but I had all the teams, accessories, stands etc but usually played solo and added my own take on it by making reams of coloured supporter flags of various teams with felt tips and cut out A4 Paper. Was always inspired by TV Games of the day and from experiences of regularly attending matches, at ER in my case, with My Dad from mid 70’s onwards. I too did the copycat commentaries, John Motson in my case and was fascinated watching the huge crowds at matches on TV and even lesser teams going on a Cup Run e.g. Blyth Spartans got to 5th Round FA Cup? Mid 70’s? …..then proceeded to make multiple Green / White Flags for my Subbuteo Stands after finding out as much as I could about previously (to me anyway) unheard of non League Teams via Football Magazines, Reference Books, Football Card Albums etc… Hence some mutual memories shared previously watching old football coverage on modern day TV, takes me right back to sights, sounds and smells of Football in the 70’s onwards with My Dad, then with Mates as the 80’s came along. Happy Days indeed.😉 Even now when watching “Big Match Revisited “ I bore the hell out of people by informing them of players Transfer fee and their previous clubs. It’s a great skill when in a pub sport quiz. Back then my claim to fame was knowing every referee from all 4 Divisions, where they were from and what age they were! e.g. Peter Willis etc ….of course this was all pre-Internet so I must have done some serious research from Football Magazines, Programmes etc ……only know the main referees now that you see on TV regularly and they no longer make it widely known where they are from but that was definitely a thing back then presumably for reasons of impartiality? (or potential attack if you could locate their homes via Social Media etc) |
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Post by 3Pipe on Oct 28, 2022 10:52:41 GMT 1
Will never forget the magic of the Sinclair (R.I.P. Sir Clive) ZX81, one of the first truly affordable home computers. Moved on to a Spectrum probably around 1984/5. Amigas in the 90s, Amiga 500+, 2000, 1200, sampler, music production from home, Doom, a Vietnam game called Apocalypse which we'd play with The Doors 'This is the End' blasting out on the speaker monitors. Happy days. Think we need a retro computer thread, mosher, fancy doing the honours? |
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Post by Junior & Onuora on Oct 28, 2022 11:10:42 GMT 1
Marshleeds it's like nowadays the young don't have the imaginations we had back then. I can't see something like Warhammer or Dungeons & Dragons (desk top dice-based MRPG's for the young computer bods out there) getting as big if they were released nowadays.
Have computer games screwed with the youth's imaginations? Dice and bits of paper (and if you were rich die-cast figurines) could wile away hours of your free time if it was raining and you couldn't play outdoors. Even outdoors the imagination played a huge part in games, sticks for guns, local woods transforming into Vietnam, getting "blown up" and rolling down hills, exploring local woods that have suddenly become The Land That Time Forgot, watching out for Dinosaurs, crossing little brooks filled with piranha. Hours of fun. Try punting this idea these days "So, what do I do with it?" "You just look at pictures of castles and African animals" "O... K... And I get to be a knight in the castle fighting baddies, right?" "One last time, you just look at pictures of castles and African animals"  |
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Post by mosher on Oct 28, 2022 11:16:59 GMT 1
Marshleeds it's like nowadays the young don't have the imaginations we had back then. I can't see something like Warhammer or Dungeons & Dragons (desk top dice-based MRPG's for the young computer bods out there) getting as big if they were released nowadays.
Have computer games screwed with the youth's imaginations? Dice and bits of paper (and if you were rich die-cast figurines) could wile away hours of your free time if it was raining and you couldn't play outdoors. Even outdoors the imagination played a huge part in games, sticks for guns, local woods transforming into Vietnam, getting "blown up" and rolling down hills, exploring local woods that have suddenly become The Land That Time Forgot, watching out for Dinosaurs, crossing little brooks filled with piranha. Hours of fun. Try punting this idea these days "So, what do I do with it?" "You just look at pictures of castles and African animals" "O... K... And I get to be a knight in the castle fighting baddies, right?" "One last time, you just look at pictures of castles and African animals" Bloody hell I had one of them when I was about 6 or 7, with dinosaurs in the pics. Used to come with a load of different "reels" you could look at. Like you say, just look at.  |
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Oct 28, 2022 11:30:11 GMT 1
Even now when watching “Big Match Revisited “ I bore the hell out of people by informing them of players Transfer fee and their previous clubs. It’s a great skill when in a pub sport quiz. Back then my claim to fame was knowing every referee from all 4 Divisions, where they were from and what age they were! e.g. Peter Willis etc ….of course this was all pre-Internet so I must have done some serious research from Football Magazines, Programmes etc ……only know the main referees now that you see on TV regularly and they no longer make it widely known where they are from but that was definitely a thing back then presumably for reasons of impartiality? (or potential attack if you could locate their homes via Social Media etc) Worryingly I don’t think that’s sad! Roger Kirkpatrick was my favourite Ref. In the pub a few months ago I overheard some strangers talking about an old Man Utd player, Ian Storey - Moore. Quick as a flash I interrupted “ £200,000 - from Nottingham Forest” |
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Post by leftbacklegion on Oct 28, 2022 11:53:10 GMT 1
Another vote for "bog-liner", "toe-bung" and "goalie when"
Big up the Holme Valley MAAASSSSIVE by way of Holmfirth.
Loving this thread. Nostalgia... isn't it? mmm? marvellous.
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Post by westislandterrier on Oct 28, 2022 12:51:50 GMT 1
Great thread this for reminiscing lovers like myself ! - now while I never heard of bug liner up here we did the usual of three and in on on concrete, tar and grass.. the concrete was at Warehouse 12 up at Bruichladdich Distillery whisky bonds which had a wooden slide entry door 8 x 6 ft into 2 ft recess and was a beautifully ready made goal, plenty cuts and scrapes on that for sure and in a quirk of fate I’d end up working at the distillery and occasionally when production ceased for the silent season I’d be tasked to assist the warehouse team and often wondered how that door was so weak with the batterings it took from our ball and then the next generation of Chrome, Big Grant and John Crossan, another memory was climbing up the asbestos pipe to the asbestos roof to recover the ball from the valley gutter - it wouldn’t happen with the beer belly I’ve got now for sure !
The tar was at the school, beautifully laid out black tar and I spent the last two years at Primary school playing on that instead of the grass and I fondly remember in the ‘whatever a side’ that lined up against the wall for the captains to pick in alternative choice that if anyone felt they were fouled the picked up the ball and shouted “AM CLAMING” and placed it down and took the free kick - some arguments happened over no referee I’ll tell you !
The grass three and in was on a wet triangle in front of the house bordered by a wall the 4 terrace side apart and under the street light so perfect for when darkness fell, though the muck on our clothes was too bad to take into the house and was stored in the workshop until the next night then steeped on the Friday for the washing machine on the Saturday...
We also played in the field behind the houses and in 1980 we got new doors and we used the wood and a net that an old gentleman gave us which he used to suppress the wind lifting the cover of his domestic fuel peat stack as he was no longer fit to cut peats and unfortunately we set it up behind No. 17 Burnside and one time I was in goal and Petesy skied a penalty over the bar with the basketball we were using that balmy summers evening and it cleared the peat stack in that garden and hit the back window and you’d have heard the explosion in Huddersfield it was that loud !
Fortunately the owner Seamus (who was like a second daddy to me - RIP 14-4-2002 buddy) was ok about it, he has two lads and a girl playing in that match and repaired it himself without involving the council but he did request that we moved the posts and net by a 90’ angle which we were sheepishly only too happy to do.
We then got a cracking ball we found in a neighbouring village it was yellow and black and brilliant we had it a week and like the other ones it was left in the net overnight - a bad move this time as we came back from school one day to find it sliced in half and it turned out ma wee granny heard old Hughie an old piss head in the village boasting to the pub that he’d “cut these bastar#s ball” before it was through his window !
A game I’ve not seen mentioned here is “Headers” - me and ma mate played this for hours at a bit of waste ground between the gables of both terraces. There was the old communal tv mast pole there and in 1983 BT added a pole as more folks needed phone lines so two great parallel posts there and about 7ft to the concrete path and two jackets there. This game one took a header by throwing the ball in the air so it was very unlikely to score but if you were short it gave you opponent a chance of a volley.
The rules basically were you couldn’t touch the ball twice in succession or it was a penalty so if you hit the post and it rebounded to your goal you’d naturally stop it but at the expense of a penalty... if you part parried it you couldn’t pick it up and would defend it with your foot side on and it was a skill to quickly flick it off your opponents foot or lower leg and score in his open goal - another way I got round this was to blast the ball off the gable end at a 45’ angle and it was a great feeling if it went between his posts as it was well neigh impossible to get turned round to save it...
The old gentleman that had the gable end was a real character of which none are sadly left now - a farmer who took a really good tipple and spent most of his time at the farm and took a pushbike home around midnight after the pub and would praise his bike in Gaelic for getting him home then cook a huge pot of potatoes and cool them down out on the concrete coal store... The other gable was a family with three younger girls and goodness knows how many stray shots hit their gable but we never had one complaint yet such was the nice community we had then - there was also a rotten fence with rusty barbed wire and snapped posts below ground level that we had to negotiate to retrieve the ball from and in the end we cut the rotten rusty wire between two posts for an easy access ‘gate’ !
Such beautiful memories and my goodness life was so good back then and even the music was decent but not as good as the late 50’s or the 60’s or 70’s !
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Post by Tinpot on Oct 28, 2022 13:09:27 GMT 1
I probably did this once a day for about a year. Inventive because we had no tech in those days - Did very similar I usually played solo Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. |
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Post by Marshleeds on Oct 28, 2022 13:33:51 GMT 1
Did very similar I usually played solo Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. The Local Graveyard was always very fruitful for a great stash in our area! There must be someone, somewhere missing their special collection from way back? If you are reading this sorry it was me.👍😉 |
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Post by mosher on Oct 28, 2022 13:51:37 GMT 1
There always seemed to be a random mag stuck in hedges by bus stops or telephone booths. Fuck knows what people were doing in these public places  |
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Oct 28, 2022 13:56:07 GMT 1
Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. The Local Graveyard was always very fruitful for a great stash in our area! There must be someone, somewhere missing their special collection from way back? If you are reading this sorry it was me.👍😉 The publications you are alluding to weren’t named after Ford Motor vehicles were they? |
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Post by mosher on Oct 28, 2022 13:59:56 GMT 1
The Local Graveyard was always very fruitful for a great stash in our area! There must be someone, somewhere missing their special collection from way back? If you are reading this sorry it was me.👍😉 The publications you are alluding to weren’t named after Ford Motor vehicles were they? Anglia? Focus? Mustang? Model-T?  |
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Post by Terrier Ramone on Oct 28, 2022 15:56:06 GMT 1
Did very similar I usually played solo Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. I have a tale that includes both Subbuteo & porn mags. I kept mine in my Subbuteo box with the pitch wrapped round them. All went well til I went away to uni, on my first visit home I asked where my Subbuteo box was, only to be told that they'd given it to a 12 year old kid down the road... In Keighley in the 70s it was goal hanger, 3 & in, Wembley, Headers & Volleys, toe punt.... & at the chippie it was scraps. One of the weird things about Keighley fish shops was it was the only area I've ever known that called fish cakes Scones. This stopped just outside Keighley, all the surrounding areas were fish cakes, or simply cakes. |
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Post by mosher on Oct 28, 2022 16:04:09 GMT 1
Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. I have a tale that includes both Subbuteo & porn mags. I kept mine in my Subbuteo box with the pitch wrapped round them. All went well til I went away to uni, on my first visit home I asked where my Subbuteo box was, only to be told that they'd given it to a 12 year old kid down the road...In Keighley in the 70s it was goal hanger, 3 & in, Wembley, Headers & Volleys, toe punt.... & at the chippie it was scraps. One of the weird things about Keighley fish shops was it was the only area I've ever known that called fish cakes Scones. This stopped just outside Keighley, all the surrounding areas were fish cakes, or simply cakes. Who I imagine was EXTREMELY grateful |
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Oct 28, 2022 16:29:24 GMT 1
Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. I have a tale that includes both Subbuteo & porn mags. I kept mine in my Subbuteo box with the pitch wrapped round them. All went well til I went away to uni, on my first visit home I asked where my Subbuteo box was, only to be told that they'd given it to a 12 year old kid down the road... In Keighley in the 70s it was goal hanger, 3 & in, Wembley, Headers & Volleys, toe punt.... & at the chippie it was scraps. One of the weird things about Keighley fish shops was it was the only area I've ever known that called fish cakes Scones. This stopped just outside Keighley, all the surrounding areas were fish cakes, or simply cakes. I am really wishing that I hadn’t switched off from a work meeting to read that you hid them in your subbuteo box. 😁 Great laugh on a Friday. |
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Post by Leporid on Oct 28, 2022 16:37:42 GMT 1
Did very similar I usually played solo Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. Would that stash be copies of Scorcher and Score?  |
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Post by Leporid on Oct 28, 2022 16:38:15 GMT 1
Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. Would that stash be copies of Scorcher and Score? Or Shoot perhaps? |
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Post by sabailand on Oct 28, 2022 17:06:31 GMT 1
Even now when watching “Big Match Revisited “ I bore the hell out of people by informing them of players Transfer fee and their previous clubs. It’s a great skill when in a pub sport quiz. Back then my claim to fame was knowing every referee from all 4 Divisions, where they were from and what age they were! e.g. Peter Willis etc ….of course this was all pre-Internet so I must have done some serious research from Football Magazines, Programmes etc ……only know the main referees now that you see on TV regularly and they no longer make it widely known where they are from but that was definitely a thing back then presumably for reasons of impartiality? (or potential attack if you could locate their homes via Social Media etc) Years ago on a monday morning at work my workmates would ask me randomly an attendance for one of the weekend games..for example....'What was the crowd at Gillingham on saturday' and being the sad act i was back then i could tell them, they'd proceed to ask a number of clubs attendances and i'd tell them rarely getting it wrong, it was only years later that i realised how sad i really was.  |
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Post by sabailand on Oct 28, 2022 17:07:25 GMT 1
Would that stash be copies of Scorcher and Score? Or Shoot perhaps? Fnarr fnarr yik yik yik. |
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Post by Marshleeds on Oct 28, 2022 17:33:15 GMT 1
The Local Graveyard was always very fruitful for a great stash in our area! There must be someone, somewhere missing their special collection from way back? If you are reading this sorry it was me.👍😉 The publications you are alluding to weren’t named after Ford Motor vehicles were they? No they were several stages up from the ladies underwear section of Mum’s Catalogue with cheesy names e.g. Shaving Private Ryan and had stories about Plumbers arriving which soon resulted in the lady writhing like an eel ! 😳 |
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Post by Tinpot on Oct 28, 2022 17:55:28 GMT 1
There always seemed to be a random mag stuck in hedges by bus stops or telephone booths. Fuck knows what people were doing in these public places I really don't want to have to explain this.... |
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Post by Tinpot on Oct 28, 2022 17:57:26 GMT 1
The Local Graveyard was always very fruitful for a great stash in our area! There must be someone, somewhere missing their special collection from way back? If you are reading this sorry it was me.👍😉 The publications you are alluding to weren’t named after Ford Motor vehicles were they? Anyone else drive around in a Ford Readers Wives Special? |
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Post by Tinpot on Oct 28, 2022 17:59:37 GMT 1
Playing solo, with no tech beyond my imagination reminds me of the time I was 15 and my mum confiscated the stash of magazines that I'd hidden under my bed. Would that stash be copies of Scorcher and Score? Kays catalogue. |
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Post by overtonterrierspirit on Oct 28, 2022 18:08:54 GMT 1
Back then my claim to fame was knowing every referee from all 4 Divisions, where they were from and what age they were! e.g. Peter Willis etc ….of course this was all pre-Internet so I must have done some serious research from Football Magazines, Programmes etc ……only know the main referees now that you see on TV regularly and they no longer make it widely known where they are from but that was definitely a thing back then presumably for reasons of impartiality? (or potential attack if you could locate their homes via Social Media etc) Years ago on a monday morning at work my workmates would ask me randomly an attendance for one of the weekend games..for example....'What was the crowd at Gillingham on saturday' and being the sad act i was back then i could tell them, they'd proceed to ask a number of clubs attendances and i'd tell them rarely getting it wrong, it was only years later that i realised how sad i really was. Loving football that much is not sad. It’s why decades later we all still enjoy contributing to discussions on a forum. |
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Post by westislandterrier on Oct 28, 2022 20:33:01 GMT 1
Would that stash be copies of Scorcher and Score? Or Shoot perhaps? I’d imagine quite a few 15 year old lads had Shoot in their bedroom - Let’s put it this way I had - shall we say - Loads’ of them !!! |
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Post by westislandterrier on Oct 28, 2022 20:50:45 GMT 1
Back then my claim to fame was knowing every referee from all 4 Divisions, where they were from and what age they were! e.g. Peter Willis etc ….of course this was all pre-Internet so I must have done some serious research from Football Magazines, Programmes etc ……only know the main referees now that you see on TV regularly and they no longer make it widely known where they are from but that was definitely a thing back then presumably for reasons of impartiality? (or potential attack if you could locate their homes via Social Media etc) Years ago on a monday morning at work my workmates would ask me randomly an attendance for one of the weekend games..for example....'What was the crowd at Gillingham on saturday' and being the sad act i was back then i could tell them, they'd proceed to ask a number of clubs attendances and i'd tell them rarely getting it wrong, it was only years later that i realised how sad i really was. My claim to fame was and still is knowing the name of every single ground in Scotland and England until they started the pyramid system around 1987 - I also knew the nicknames of them all too, but then I started driving legally (not under age as I’d regularly done since 14 on the roads in the dark winter nights) - found Ladies for the motor, more time in the pubs drinking before we all piled in to go 21 miles to the dancing - then I went into the distillery production and shift work at eighteen so the footy encyclopaedic side of things took a bit of a back seat though I still taped all the matches on the video recorder (which I still have and use from time to time) ! Recently I went through these grounds with Geoff our local bus driver who went to many of them while living in Manchester and following United and he was amazed how I could rhyme them all off easily... Sadly many of these established clubs are now in The Vauxhall Conference League and have struggled to regain entry to The Football League though I do like the pyramid system very much indeed... I wouldn’t know anything like The Crown Oil Arena or The Greenhouse Gas Stadium or who plays in them (I just hear these types of names being mentioned on a Saturday on The Football League Show) but to this day I remember every ground name and nickname of every single one up until 1987 ! |
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Post by Leporid on Oct 28, 2022 20:53:46 GMT 1
Would that stash be copies of Scorcher and Score? Kays catalogue. How is Kay? I haven't seen hide, nor hair of her in a long time. |
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Post by Tinpot on Oct 28, 2022 21:00:02 GMT 1
How is Kay? I haven't seen hide, nor hair of her in a long time. Still under my bed and looking a bit worse for wear now. |
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