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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:15:09 GMT
As I hurtle scarily towards my fifties, I was thinking about when I were a lad, and how, aside from organised stuff like Ladsandads, I used to play football up the local fields from when I was about 9 years old til I was 18 or so.
At the time, particularly on a Saturday morning, there'd be loads of different sets of lads doing the same thing, some with full scale "matches" between two big groups, and other games between small groups of three, four or five lads playing attack and defence or three-and-in.
The main point of my post is that for many, many years now, I've driven past those same fields, and there's never anyone there, and it's really sad. They were great days. I wondered why you don't see it anymore and if others on here had similar experiences.
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Post by stokeyscrew on Jan 24, 2014 0:21:42 GMT
As I hurtle scarily towards my fifties, I was thinking about when I were a lad, and how, aside from organised stuff like Ladsandads, I used to play football up the local fields from when I was about 9 years old til I was 18 or so. At the time, particularly on a Saturday morning, there'd be loads of different sets of lads doing the same thing, some with full scale "matches" between two big groups, and other games between small groups of three, four or five lads playing attack and defence or three-and-in. The main point of my post is that for many, many years now, I've driven past those same fields, and there's never anyone there, and it's really sad. They were great days. I wondered why you don't see it anymore and if others on here had similar experiences. Yes. Virtually identical bar about 2-5 years earlier. Turn's out they really were the best of times.. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:31:39 GMT
As I hurtle scarily towards my fifties, I was thinking about when I were a lad, and how, aside from organised stuff like Ladsandads, I used to play football up the local fields from when I was about 9 years old til I was 18 or so. At the time, particularly on a Saturday morning, there'd be loads of different sets of lads doing the same thing, some with full scale "matches" between two big groups, and other games between small groups of three, four or five lads playing attack and defence or three-and-in. The main point of my post is that for many, many years now, I've driven past those same fields, and there's never anyone there, and it's really sad. They were great days. I wondered why you don't see it anymore and if others on here had similar experiences. I can't really comment as to the reasons for this in Stoke , but what I can report is what I see in North Cheshire. Every weekend , practically without fail I see the football pitches full to bursting with young kids being coached by their dads come rain or shine. I also see Everton & Liverpool youth team coaches and scouts offering help and support on a regular basis. My question is , how many (if any) are Stoke City coaches spotted doing the same in and around the Potteries at places like Sprinkbank playing fields , Meir , Burslem , etc etc. Anyone seen any...? I saw a lad a few weeks ago who was practising his ball control skills on a Tennis courts (playing keepy-up) several hundred yards away from the football fields and he was fantastic. I remember thinking ...wow ...this kid is brilliant. Some moments later an Everton mini bus drove past and then stopped to take in what I was watching. A few seconds later the driver got out of the bus and walked over to the young lad and spoke to him at great length. What transpired afterwards ...I don't know. This is how 'stars' are unearthed. If I'd have contacted Stoke City , would I have been taken seriously..? I doubt it. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:33:18 GMT
They find it tough to play football whilst sending a text.
It's not being 50 that's scary it's the grand kids.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:42:49 GMT
As I hurtle scarily towards my fifties, I was thinking about when I were a lad, and how, aside from organised stuff like Ladsandads, I used to play football up the local fields from when I was about 9 years old til I was 18 or so. At the time, particularly on a Saturday morning, there'd be loads of different sets of lads doing the same thing, some with full scale "matches" between two big groups, and other games between small groups of three, four or five lads playing attack and defence or three-and-in. The main point of my post is that for many, many years now, I've driven past those same fields, and there's never anyone there, and it's really sad. They were great days. I wondered why you don't see it anymore and if others on here had similar experiences. I can't really comment as to the reasons for this in Stoke , but what I can report is what I see in North Cheshire. Every weekend , practically without fail I see the football pitches full to bursting with young kids being coached by their dads come rain or shine. I also see Everton & Liverpool youth team coaches and scouts offering help and support on a regular basis. My question is , how many (if any) are Stoke City coaches spotted doing the same in and around the Potteries at places like Sprinkbank playing fields , Meir , Burslem , etc etc. Anyone seen any...? I saw a lad a few weeks ago who was practising his ball control skills on a Tennis courts (playing keepy-up) several hundred yards away from the football fields and he was fantastic. I remember thinking ...wow ...this kid is brilliant. Some moments later an Everton mini bus drove past and then stopped to take in what I was watching. A few seconds later the driver got out of the bus and walked over to the young lad and spoke to him at great length. What transpired afterwards ...I don't know. This is how 'stars' are unearthed. If I'd have contacted Stoke City , would I have been taken seriously..? I doubt it. Stoke had the benefit of the Ladsandads scheme on their doorstep for many years from the seventies onwards and did nothing with it. I know from a totally reliable source that Alan Durban's attitude was that Ladsandads should contact Stoke about any gems they unearthed rather than Stoke doing the donkey work. To be honest though, my post wasn't about what Stoke could do to improve their scouting network, and although it's heartening to know that kids are still playing the game in their droves, it was more to do with them just playing the game for fun, without parents or anyone else coaching them. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:46:05 GMT
The point is ...that Kids need encouragement and If their dads showed more interest and got more involved then you might see more kids playing on their own...
Just a thought...
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:55:33 GMT
Loved playing wembley with coats/jumpers as goal posts. Also playing crossbar and football tennis in the road. Great times The crossbar was always a thorny subject. Always had to aim shots low to avoid any arguement over whether it would have gone over "if the bar had been there."  |
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Post by bayernoatcake on Jan 24, 2014 0:56:37 GMT
Do kids still play curby?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 0:59:30 GMT
Do kids still play curby? Not sure what curby is, but with the traffic levels nowadays it sounds like the sort of think that would probably get you killed. |
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Post by bayernoatcake on Jan 24, 2014 1:02:54 GMT
Do kids still play curby? Not sure what curby is, but with the traffic levels nowadays it sounds like the sort of think that would probably get you killed. You've never lived! One road with curbs, one ball, two players and You throw the ball with the aim of hitting the curb and You get a point if You do. And then You go to the middle of the road and throw at the curb collecting more points if You hit it and then lose Your go if You don't. Great game..............................CAR!!!! |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 1:06:36 GMT
Not sure what curby is, but with the traffic levels nowadays it sounds like the sort of think that would probably get you killed. You've never lived! One road with curbs, one ball, two players and You throw the ball with the aim of hitting the curb and You get a point if You do. And then You go to the middle of the road and throw at the curb collecting more points if You hit it and then lose Your go if You don't. Great game..............................CAR!!!! When I was lickle, we'd not heard of Rory Delap, so throwing was for girls!  |
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 24, 2014 1:35:22 GMT
Loved playing wembley with coats/jumpers as goal posts. Also playing crossbar and football tennis in the road. Great times The crossbar was always a thorny subject. Always had to aim shots low to avoid any arguement over whether it would have gone over "if the bar had been there." Our general rule of thumb was: the bar was imaginarly set at the maximum finger tip height of the Goalie. A variable height, littler the lad, the lower the bar. It cut out a lot of the bickering. Just in case you're having a kickabout satdee. ----- |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 1:39:33 GMT
The crossbar was always a thorny subject. Always had to aim shots low to avoid any arguement over whether it would have gone over "if the bar had been there." Our general rule of thumb was: the bar was imaginarly set at the maximum finger tip height of the Goalie. A variable height, littler the lad, the lower the bar. It cut out a lot of the bickering. Just in case you're having a kickabout satdee. ----- We never thought about doing that. If the keeper was small, we'd lob 'im, then the arguements would start.  |
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Post by craig67 on Jan 24, 2014 1:41:23 GMT
As I hurtle scarily towards my fifties, I was thinking about when I were a lad, and how, aside from organised stuff like Ladsandads, I used to play football up the local fields from when I was about 9 years old til I was 18 or so. At the time, particularly on a Saturday morning, there'd be loads of different sets of lads doing the same thing, some with full scale "matches" between two big groups, and other games between small groups of three, four or five lads playing attack and defence or three-and-in. The main point of my post is that for many, many years now, I've driven past those same fields, and there's never anyone there, and it's really sad. They were great days. I wondered why you don't see it anymore and if others on here had similar experiences. I can't really comment as to the reasons for this in Stoke , but what I can report is what I see in North Cheshire. Every weekend , practically without fail I see the football pitches full to bursting with young kids being coached by their dads come rain or shine. I also see Everton & Liverpool youth team coaches and scouts offering help and support on a regular basis. My question is , how many (if any) are Stoke City coaches spotted doing the same in and around the Potteries at places like Sprinkbank playing fields , Meir , Burslem , etc etc. Anyone seen any...? I saw a lad a few weeks ago who was practising his ball control skills on a Tennis courts (playing keepy-up) several hundred yards away from the football fields and he was fantastic. I remember thinking ...wow ...this kid is brilliant. Some moments later an Everton mini bus drove past and then stopped to take in what I was watching. A few seconds later the driver got out of the bus and walked over to the young lad and spoke to him at great length. What transpired afterwards ...I don't know. This is how 'stars' are unearthed. If I'd have contacted Stoke City , would I have been taken seriously..? I doubt it. But we didn't organise games when I was growing up in the late 70's/early 80's-we just got together and sorted out our own games. Kids now appear to want everything sorted for them-down to games being organised for them. |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 24, 2014 1:47:38 GMT
I can't really comment as to the reasons for this in Stoke , but what I can report is what I see in North Cheshire. Every weekend , practically without fail I see the football pitches full to bursting with young kids being coached by their dads come rain or shine. I also see Everton & Liverpool youth team coaches and scouts offering help and support on a regular basis. My question is , how many (if any) are Stoke City coaches spotted doing the same in and around the Potteries at places like Sprinkbank playing fields , Meir , Burslem , etc etc. Anyone seen any...? I saw a lad a few weeks ago who was practising his ball control skills on a Tennis courts (playing keepy-up) several hundred yards away from the football fields and he was fantastic. I remember thinking ...wow ...this kid is brilliant. Some moments later an Everton mini bus drove past and then stopped to take in what I was watching. A few seconds later the driver got out of the bus and walked over to the young lad and spoke to him at great length. What transpired afterwards ...I don't know. This is how 'stars' are unearthed. If I'd have contacted Stoke City , would I have been taken seriously..? I doubt it. But we didn't organise games when I was growing up in the late 70's/early 80's-we just got together and sorted out our own games. Kids now appear to want everything sorted for them-down to games being organised for them. Exactly mate. But this isn't a new thing. From what I can remember, it seemed like when I stopped knocking around with my old footballing mates in the early 80s, everyone else packed in as well. It's not all down to the computer age, or even the more recent fear for the safety of kids, so what happened? Why did it stop? |
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Post by craig67 on Jan 24, 2014 1:55:46 GMT
This is what happened around us.
I grew up in Bucknall with a big field in front of my parents house-and it is still there now. The lads 2-3 years older than us played there and then so did we when we were old enough.
Winter was nogger,summer was cricket.10-16 years old without fail.We sorted our own games out whether between ourselves or other local group of lads.
As soon as we moved on no body else seemed to move in.
We are talking 1984 onwards,and even now no-one appears to play there.
Is it the computer age?Does everyone expect somebody else to organise things?
All I know is if it not used then sooner or later the city council will build on it.
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Post by craig67 on Jan 24, 2014 2:01:04 GMT
The crossbar was always a thorny subject. Always had to aim shots low to avoid any arguement over whether it would have gone over "if the bar had been there." Our general rule of thumb was: the bar was imaginarly set at the maximum finger tip height of the Goalie. A variable height, littler the lad, the lower the bar. It cut out a lot of the bickering. Just in case you're having a kickabout satdee. ----- That was our cut off point as well. If the goalie couldn't reach it then it was over! Plus we played rush goalie most of the time-so hoped the smallest lad was closest to the goal when the shot went in.  |
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 24, 2014 3:22:24 GMT
My mother would yodel me in, then tethered me to the table at teatime.
I'd finish me pudding standing up, eager to get back into the street or down to Chatterley Whitfield footie pitches.
We had free reign in the week, and weekend afternoons.
Saturdays and sunday mornings were buzzing with two or three adult matches and a tribe of watching kids.
The generations before us had faught a long campaign to commandier the bowling green for a football pitch, from the clutches of the Parkie.
The bowlers drifted away, the parkie gave up.
We inherited the former bowling green. The finest playing surface I have ever played on.
Well drained, bobble free, with clear boundaries. Perfect size for 6 a-side {kids}, but often featuring a lot more.
I must have put over a thousand miles in the running bank over a ten year period.
As fit as a butcher's whippet.
Fantastic times.
I don't recall a single injury from those brilliantly competitive, rough house nogger epics.
{The cricket season was a different thing. Cardboard and sellotape pads and gardening gloves offer minimal protection.
Black eyes, severe bruising, digit breakages and stitches became the signature of a dry summer.}
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Post by estrangedsonoffaye on Jan 24, 2014 3:32:36 GMT
One of the biggest problems is the fact you can rarely just play football on a field anymore. Take the MMU in Alsager for example, literally about 5 pitches worth of open space where I used to spend many hours having a kick about. The MMU is in disuse and was going to be knocked down for housing, that has since been delayed yet whenever any youths go on there, they're kicked off by the 2 security guards. It's pathetic.
You never see "No Ball Games" signs in Brazil do you?
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Post by wevewonit2times on Jan 24, 2014 6:33:24 GMT
Ahh the 3 greens in bentilee...
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Post by wevewonit2times on Jan 24, 2014 6:35:36 GMT
Ahh the 3 greens in bentilee...
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Post by lawrieleslie on Jan 24, 2014 7:24:31 GMT
Wolstanton Marsh during the school holidays and Saturday mornings in the 60s would see games of sometimes 15 side with jumpers for goalposts. These games would go on all morning or afternoon as it would usually be first one to 10 or something like that. No ref, lino or touch lines etc. just a gentlemen's agreement where these boundaries lay. Games would sometimes go on into the evening and jumpers would be moved closer to the road lights on Dimsdale Parade to provide necessary floodlights. Saturday mornings would be a real treat because Wolstanton Utds pitch was on lower Marsh and goal posts and nets were erected at about 9 o'clock in the morning ready for the afternoon game. This would allow us to make use of these. Only problem was that Saturdays didn't attract so many kids so we'd end up completely knackered withe 6 or 7 a side on full size pitch that had a massive slope towards one corner. We did form a proper team, organised by the young Plant brothers, that challenged other teams from Audley, Silverdale or Chesterton and arranged through school contacts. Happy days and I guess somebody decided to organise it properly to form Lads and Dads leagues around the Potteries.
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Post by Trouserdog on Jan 24, 2014 7:30:51 GMT
Wolstanton Marsh during the school holidays and Saturday mornings in the 60s would see games of sometimes 15 side with jumpers for goalposts. These games would go on all morning or afternoon as it would usually be first one to 10 or something like that. No ref, lino or touch lines etc. just a gentlemen's agreement where these boundaries lay. Games would sometimes go on into the evening and jumpers would be moved closer to the road lights on Dimsdale Parade to provide necessary floodlights. Saturday mornings would be a real treat because Wolstanton Utds pitch was on lower Marsh and goal posts and nets were erected at about 9 o'clock in the morning ready for the afternoon game. This would allow us to make use of these. Only problem was that Saturdays didn't attract so many kids so we'd end up completely knackered withe 6 or 7 a side on full size pitch that had a massive slope towards one corner. We did form a proper team, organised by the young Plant brothers, that challenged other teams from Audley, Silverdale or Chesterton and arranged through school contacts. Happy days and I guess somebody decided to organise it properly to form Lads and Dads leagues around the Potteries. We played on the marsh in the 90s. After school- Stoke fans v Vale fans usually as the numbers were fairly even in those days. No-one ever seemed to organise it- people just turned up. It was a great laugh. As we got older we used to occasionally have pub teams challenging us to a game if their match had been called off, so we'd get a proper game against big hairy-arsed blokes and come home covered in bruises. Good times. |
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Post by metalhead on Jan 24, 2014 8:21:10 GMT
There's a massive piece of grassland next to where I live, roughly a 5 minute walk. When I was a kid (90s), we would all go down there and play for hours on end and the matches were huge. We'd regularly have games of 8, 9, 10 aside which was pretty big for just a kick about. On one side of the pitch, there is some trees and two of them are about 7 foot apart, evenly positioned, so for one goal we used to use those and at the other end of the pitch we'd drop jumpers (or sometimes bikes, keeper gloves, bags, whatever we could use). We'd regularly play after school, but weekends and the summer holiday was when it was really good. I'm still very close friends with one of the guys who used to play there regularly; we were in Wetherspoons the other day, reminiscing about how we'd sometimes head down together at perhaps 10 oclock in the morning and not leave till 8 oclock at night. Our parents would usually give us a couple of quid and we'd pop into the little shop about 500 yards away from the grass to get some lunch (or more to the point, crisps, chocolate, whatever looked unhealthiest). Usually, we'd be the last two remaining players and would go home when it was dark. They were simply never ending matches most the time, we'd usually have to reset the score after a few hours because we couldn't keep up lol. What was brilliant, was people would simply come and go, it wasn't like you had to be in the 'clique'. Someone would leave because of whatever reason, and someone else would just randomly turn up and join in, you didn't need to ask, it was all for fun. Most of the time, you didn't even know the kid who'd just joined, but it was a great way to play fun football and all it needed was a football and some jumpers. Sometimes the older kids from the high school would turn up and we'd have a real good match. They were always proper physical, yet there were never any hard feelings afterwards and I still chat to one of the regular high school kids when I see him out in town. Nowadays, the pitch is a sad site. I regularly drive past and see nobody there, even on the hottest days of summer, it's just an empty piece of anonymous grass. It's hard to picture 20 kids from this generation on it, but my word I still remember our times on it, but its a shadow of what it was. You sometimes see a few potheads smoking weed down there behind what was the tree-goal, but other than that, there's nobody really. Actually, I correct myself, I once saw three kids down there playing what looked like Wembo or Red Arse, or something like that about 5 years ago... not quite the matches we used to have eh?? and I've not seen anyone playing football since. The saddest part for me, is I'd give anything to go back and have just one more match there. I had so much fun down there as a kid. I probably had a lot more fun there, than I have now when I play, which is usually two or three times a week. Those kids don't know what they're missing. Good times  |
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Post by foxysgloves on Jan 24, 2014 8:36:25 GMT
Do kids still play curby? I was the bollocks at kerby. And we spelt it with a K and E. Correctly. Unless you're a yank....which I'm fairly sure you're not Bayern??!! Pedantic Pat signing off. |
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Post by elystokie on Jan 24, 2014 8:36:49 GMT
Ahh the 3 greens in bentilee... Must've spent (at least!) half my childhood on the 3 greens Every night at the top of the middle green we'd play 2 v 2 or 3 v 3 sometimes more, if there was only 3 of us we'd play Wembley, I'd go straight in from school, eat a couple of weetabix then go out and play until it went dark (and sometimes well after). Saturdays and (especially) Sundays there'd be numerous ad-hoc games going on all over, the general 'rule' was you started on the top green (the most 'slopey') and graduated to the middle and bottom green as you got older. Fantastic times. |
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Post by foxysgloves on Jan 24, 2014 8:38:52 GMT
There's a massive piece of grassland next to where I live, roughly a 5 minute walk. When I was a kid (90s), we would all go down there and play for hours on end and the matches were huge. We'd regularly have games of 8, 9, 10 aside which was pretty big for just a kick about. On one side of the pitch, there is some trees and two of them are about 7 foot apart, evenly positioned, so for one goal we used to use those and at the other end of the pitch we'd drop jumpers (or sometimes bikes, keeper gloves, bags, whatever we could use). We'd regularly play after school, but weekends and the summer holiday was when it was really good. I'm still very close friends with one of the guys who used to play there regularly; we were in Wetherspoons the other day, reminiscing about how we'd sometimes head down together at perhaps 10 oclock in the morning and not leave till 8 oclock at night. Our parents would usually give us a couple of quid and we'd pop into the little shop about 500 yards away from the grass to get some lunch (or more to the point, crisps, chocolate, whatever looked unhealthiest). Usually, we'd be the last two remaining players and would go home when it was dark. They were simply never ending matches most the time, we'd usually have to reset the score after a few hours because we couldn't keep up lol. What was brilliant, was people would simply come and go, it wasn't like you had to be in the 'clique'. Someone would leave because of whatever reason, and someone else would just randomly turn up and join in, you didn't need to ask, it was all for fun. Most of the time, you didn't even know the kid who'd just joined, but it was a great way to play fun football and all it needed was a football and some jumpers. Sometimes the older kids from the high school would turn up and we'd have a real good match. They were always proper physical, yet there were never any hard feelings afterwards and I still chat to one of the regular high school kids when I see him out in town. Nowadays, the pitch is a sad site. I regularly drive past and see nobody there, even on the hottest days of summer, it's just an empty piece of anonymous grass. It's hard to picture 20 kids from this generation on it, but my word I still remember our times on it, but its a shadow of what it was. You sometimes see a few potheads smoking weed down there behind what was the tree-goal, but other than that, there's nobody really. Actually, I correct myself, I once saw three kids down there playing what looked like Wembo or Red Arse, or something like that about 5 years ago... not quite the matches we used to have eh?? and I've not seen anyone playing football since. The saddest part for me, is I'd give anything to go back and have just one more match there. I had so much fun down there as a kid. I probably had a lot more fun there, than I have now when I play, which is usually two or three times a week. Those kids don't know what they're missing. Good times Great post. I was the same in the 80s. Great times. |
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Post by owdestokie on Jan 24, 2014 8:43:03 GMT
The point is ...that Kids need encouragement and If their dads showed more interest and got more involved then you might see more kids playing on their own... Just a thought... Mumf. You are right to a certain degree but taking on board the OP's comments (and adding 10 years on age wise) I can vividly remember my old man having drag me away from Wolstanton Marsh or Harpfields football pitches after going missing for hours playing footie. With sport not compulsory at school (some), mobile phones, Xboxes, computers etc. kids have had a lot more choice with their time. I can't understand it because footie was, and still is in my blood. IMHO this subject dovetails perfectly into the post regarding the drop in the number of season tickets for both adults ( mums and dads) and the apparent lack of kids at the ground |
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Post by mosquito on Jan 24, 2014 8:43:04 GMT
Wolstanton Marsh during the school holidays and Saturday mornings in the 60s would see games of sometimes 15 side with jumpers for goalposts. These games would go on all morning or afternoon as it would usually be first one to 10 or something like that. No ref, lino or touch lines etc. just a gentlemen's agreement where these boundaries lay. Games would sometimes go on into the evening and jumpers would be moved closer to the road lights on Dimsdale Parade to provide necessary floodlights. Saturday mornings would be a real treat because Wolstanton Utds pitch was on lower Marsh and goal posts and nets were erected at about 9 o'clock in the morning ready for the afternoon game. This would allow us to make use of these. Only problem was that Saturdays didn't attract so many kids so we'd end up completely knackered withe 6 or 7 a side on full size pitch that had a massive slope towards one corner. We did form a proper team, organised by the young Plant brothers, that challenged other teams from Audley, Silverdale or Chesterton and arranged through school contacts. Happy days and I guess somebody decided to organise it properly to form Lads and Dads leagues around the Potteries. We played on the marsh in the 90s. After school- Stoke fans v Vale fans usually as the numbers were fairly even in those days. No-one ever seemed to organise it- people just turned up. It was a great laugh. As we got older we used to occasionally have pub teams challenging us to a game if their match had been called off, so we'd get a proper game against big hairy-arsed blokes and come home covered in bruises. Good times. I remember playing on the Marsh on a few occasions in the Mid 70s on a sunday, its was brilliant, about 15-20 a side, all ages and abilities. I didn't live in Wolstanton, but I was visiting my cousins who live in Downing Avenue. Great times! |
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Post by owdestokie on Jan 24, 2014 8:57:08 GMT
Confession time Every time I drive down Victoria Street in Basford I smile to myself. The first house on the right hand side (on the corner of the back entry) has a large bay window. Playing footie in the street in the early 60's my mate decided to leather the ball with a volley, Straight through the window it went. The ball hit the back of the settee and flew back out straight into my arms ( me being Jimmy O'neil) Guess what? Correct........... We disappeared from the scene with haste. Still wonder to this day if anyone was in the house or they discovered the draft when they got home from work The good old days |
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