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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 22:24:03 GMT
Reminds me of my school
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Jan 19, 2018 22:35:47 GMT
Proper Nogger. 2 full backs. Right half,Centre half,left half. Right winger,inside right,.centre forward,inside left,left winger. (Me)  |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 22:51:59 GMT
15 a side played with an oval ball đ
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Post by wapiti on Jan 19, 2018 22:53:36 GMT
Proper Nogger. 2 full backs. Right half,Centre half,left half. Right winger,inside right,.centre forward,inside left,left winger. (Me) That's the formation that I remember, early 1960's. |
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Post by eddyclamp on Jan 19, 2018 22:58:42 GMT
What a great book and film that was |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 23:03:49 GMT
Proper Nogger. 2 full backs. Right half,Centre half,left half. Right winger,inside right,.centre forward,inside left,left winger. (Me) That's the formation that I remember, early 1960's. Yep, same at my school (Hanley High) as well in the late 60's early 70's. |
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Post by johnnypotter on Jan 19, 2018 23:24:35 GMT
Funnily enough, our P.E teacher was always telling me off for scoring too many goals and the only way he could stop me was by putting me in goal.
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Post by bangorstokie on Jan 19, 2018 23:39:05 GMT
Biddulph Grammar school throughout the sixties had a few talented players. Played the old style formation. I don't think we played in a league as such but I remember playing against teams like Hanley High, Chell high school, Cheddldeton. If there's anyone on here from Biddulph from around that time you might know a few players I used to play with. John Caddy, Steve Stubbs, Rob Salt, Andrew Walczak, John Cornwell, Dave Hart. A few of those lads went on to play for Stoke schoolboys
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Post by bassmaster on Jan 19, 2018 23:44:17 GMT
Jumpers for goalposts. Touchy feely PE teachers. The cane. Bliss.
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Post by bassmaster on Jan 19, 2018 23:45:43 GMT
Funnily enough, our P.E teacher was always telling me off for scoring too many goals and the only way he could stop me was by putting me in goal. Fucking hilarious. Stop the Internet now so that we can all enjoy this and never get off. |
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Post by LL Cool Dave on Jan 19, 2018 23:47:12 GMT
Absolutely fucking woeful.
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Post by Boothen on Jan 19, 2018 23:48:23 GMT
1970's gravel 'all weather pitch' that stripped your skin to the bone if you weren't careful. For some reason St Joseph's only allowed us to use their playing field for rugby and cricket, not footie.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 19, 2018 23:58:24 GMT
No way would the teacher play he would have had his legs broke by EVERYONE, accidentally of course.
Pitches were muddier as well.
13 stud boots and a casey.
Don't forget the towel fights after
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Post by Vadiation_Ribe on Jan 19, 2018 23:58:25 GMT
Funnily enough, our P.E teacher was always telling me off for scoring too many goals and the only way he could stop me was by putting me in goal. I've heard this one before. Is that you Saido? |
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Post by riccyfuller93 on Jan 20, 2018 0:13:06 GMT
It was fun, mainly because I was shit at school, but PE was the only subject where I could show off and be better than everyone else.
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Post by robstokie on Jan 20, 2018 0:48:08 GMT
Unfortunately, as I moved to Wales as a 9 year old, it was always egg chasing in P.E. I swear the teacher got some kind of kick of seeing the kids with muscles and sideburns squash the later developers (like myself). I hated egg-chasing anyway, but grew to absolutely despise Union
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Post by ElworthPotter on Jan 20, 2018 1:03:58 GMT
Brilliant. Went a year undefeated at primary school with a teacher who was one of those youâll always remember for the right reasons. District champions every year during secondary school and county champions one year. Loved the days where it was football after school and you payed absolutely zero attention to what was going on during the day and were just buzzing for the match after school.
Also, Kes is a top film.
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Post by Roger Everyone on Jan 20, 2018 1:06:38 GMT
As a tall lanky lad (Peter Crouch) type, I was always positioned on the wing. Unlike crouch I was quite quick. I can't remember anything of note I ever did while playing for my school. Apart from one of my last games I remember playing. I scored three goals in the second half of a match which we drew 3-3. Every time I got near the goal our star players screamed for me to pass it but I didn't and some how hit the back of the net on my own... I also remember when in primary school at least half the team getting in the sports teachers rover sd1 3500 to travel to away games....
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Post by alster on Jan 20, 2018 8:39:01 GMT
Main memory is that it was very rare. We had two male PE teachers one was big into rugby and basketball the latter of which I was proper wank at, everything I did was a foul and I had to raise my arm to accept it even though I hadnât got a clue why it was.
The one who was supposed to do the football was a right lazy bastard and used to send us cross country running up park hall whilst he chilled in his office. Cricket was much the same lunch time nets and after school if you wanted to play.
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Post by harryburrows on Jan 20, 2018 8:43:18 GMT
My main memory was as a right half having my knee wrecked by a big farmers lad from Alton , been giving me trouble for 50 years till I had it replaced 6 months ago
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Post by alster on Jan 20, 2018 8:51:14 GMT
As a tall lanky lad (Peter Crouch) type, I was always positioned on the wing. Unlike crouch I was quite quick. I can't remember anything of note I ever did while playing for my school. Apart from one of my last games I remember playing. I scored three goals in the second half of a match which we drew 3-3. Every time I got near the goal our star players screamed for me to pass it but I didn't and some how hit the back of the net on my own... I also remember when in primary school at least half the team getting in the sports teachers rover sd1 3500 to travel to away games.... Always got played on the wing at football and rugby. I think because I was fast and brainless same thing every time get the ball knock it in front and run like fuck, get to the byline and cut it back into the box. I was always that fucked by the time I hit the line I cut it back pretty much blind. Amazingly it worked quite often. |
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Post by Cast no shadow on Jan 20, 2018 8:55:35 GMT
It was fun, mainly because I was shit at school, but PE was the only subject where I could show off and be better than everyone else. What was it like being home-schooled? |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 20, 2018 8:56:58 GMT
Brilliant in the late 70âs/early 80âs at Eaton Park. Had some seriously good players (Ian Gibbons - played for Stoke, Steve Jones - played for Stoke, Leek, Stafford, Ash Salt - on Stokeâs books and now teaching pro at Golf, Matt Booth - played for Vale, Ant Gallimore, played for Stoke, Grimsby and Carlisle ) and me, useless, but tried his best!!
We had a brilliant teacher, Mr Cooke, who insisted on carpet football, but coached us really well.
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Post by staffsvilla on Jan 20, 2018 9:11:34 GMT
Football at my school was a very risky activity at my (sadly) egg chasing "academy" ,no football pitches, banned from using either the rugby pitch or the hockey pitch to play on, no big deal you say but when the ban was enforced by a Wales and British Lion international brandishing a size 12 "dap" risky may be an understatement  |
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Post by Linx on Jan 20, 2018 9:18:21 GMT
I was at Park Hall Primary, back in the 70s. Mr Collns ran the football team, complete with tactics talks on a chalkboard and everything. He was a big proponent of 4-2-4; it wouldn't work at any other level but for ball-chasing kids, it worked well. I played right back, was utter crap, but kept my place based on a knack for goal line clearances and a shortage of boys.
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Post by ohbottom on Jan 20, 2018 9:27:25 GMT
Cold, wet, muddy and the ball weighed more than I did.
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Post by drfootball on Jan 20, 2018 9:36:07 GMT
Proper Nogger. 2 full backs. Right half,Centre half,left half. Right winger,inside right,.centre forward,inside left,left winger. (Me) Spot on,and we were taught to defend corners properly with a man inside each post. |
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Post by Bagwash on Jan 20, 2018 9:36:54 GMT
I was at Knutton Juniors in the late 60's and a certain Adrian Heath was at the same school but 2 years younger.
He spoilt every game because nobody could get the ball off him.That was the school teams tactics,give it Inchy.
Knew then that he was goin be a professional footballer.
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Post by terrorofturfmoor on Jan 20, 2018 9:44:42 GMT
Kids had made up football kits....
Mine was a fire singed QPR top from the old "Bournes sports" across from the church....Red shorts....and blue socks!!!
Only the posh kid had a full strip in those days!!!
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Post by tcdobinghoff on Jan 20, 2018 9:55:16 GMT
I went to Longton High - we didnât play football, in fact you werenât allowed to mention it. At the start of âgamesâ we sat in lines in the gym and the PE Teachers would emerge from their room at the front. After standing and dropping our shorts to demonstrate we werenât wearing underpants (!!!) we had to declare any forgotten kit. If you said âSir Iâve forgotten my football bootsâ for example you were called down to the front of the gym ,bent down and whacked with a âpadder batâ. You were asked what you had forgotten again - you soon learned to say âIâve forgotten my rugby football boots Sirâ. Being small I hated rugby but after the first year you could choose hockey and once I had a stick I was the same size as anyone else but soccer was never an option.
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