Looking at that photo, you see a unique dampness to the Potteries that nowhere else on God's earth can match. There are wetter places, more humid places, greyer places but nowhere offers that damp veneer on brickwork from an eternity of drizzle like the Potteries.
Just clicked on this thread (accidentally) and saw LDE76 post on the first page and noticed he hasn't been online in 4 months.. anyone know where he's gone? Always thought he was one of the better posters on here.
So many happy memories at The Vic. My dad took me for the very first time in 1982/83. I still remember the smell inside that place. Cigarettes, bovril, pies, alcohol all bought together made it unmistakable. You could go in there blindfolded and know exactly where you were by the smell alone. There was nothing like standing on those terraces with my dad and later on with the lads. I wish I could take my kids there so they got the pleasure of watching Stoke ( in any division) from the same terraces that I did with my dad. It was the atmosphere that hooked me. Never have I been to a ground since that made me feel as happy as I was in the vic. Still feel gutted when I drive past that piece of wasteland now, but whenever I do drive past there all my childhood memories come flooding back. I’ll be eternally grateful to my dad for taking me to that ground and etching Stoke City into my soul forever
Post by wizardofdribble on Jan 18, 2018 21:39:05 GMT
Wonderful photograph, evokes many happy memories, walking down Campbell Road with my father passing the many sweet shops / newsagents, the Chippy and Salvador Valentino’s tailors shop on the way. Entering the Stoke End of the ground via the juvenile turnstile then meeting up with my father on the other side, climbing the steps then making our way down to our usual spot on the open terraces below. It was in the old second division days that I made ‘my’ debut at the Vic (55/56 season). The home side always came out first, trotting out from the old pavilion in the corner of the Boothen End, the towering gasometer behind the Butler Street stand displayed its own support with the slogan ‘ Stoke up with Coke’. Idols of the day......McCue, Thompson, King & Oscroft and of course there was Bobby Cairns a diminutive Scottish half back who my father nicknamed ‘Slide Rule’ due to his precise passing ability. A lot of the Trent has flowed under the bridge next to the Boothen End / Butler Street corner since then, I still attend all home games and take in 8-10 aways each season, long may it continue.