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Post by thestrangler66 on Jan 29, 2012 21:55:47 GMT
I think it was 76 just after the butler roof was fixed i was 10 paying a visit with the boys brigade got a photo of us in the gym with greenhoff & bloor? on a bike & rowing machine had a tour round the ground it was GREAT, till we walk out to look at the pitch lovely sunny day dirty greet big seagull flys over shits on me hat down me face & all over me jumper.
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corky
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What absolute twaddle.
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Post by corky on Jan 30, 2012 0:03:11 GMT
Similar to a couple of others on here, it was Blyth Spartens for me. I'd been supporting them since about 1974 (posters covering the bedroom wall, etc) but it was lying in bed that night, heartbroken and frustrated that it dawned on me I simply didn't have a choice. No matter how bad it got I just had to keep going. The absolute shit I got at school the next day (even from a teacher!) was enough to crack many a ten year old but I was never going to change. It was remembering that night whilst sitting in my seat at wembley last year that probably caused the shameless outbreak of emotion and phlegm. That and all the ale I'd supped.
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Jan 30, 2012 11:53:00 GMT
When I was old enough to know the big building across the road from where I lived was Stokes football ground.
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Post by ParaPsych on Jan 30, 2012 13:13:58 GMT
The day George Berry keeled over having had the ball wellied into his privates.
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