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Post by medwaypotter on Jan 20, 2018 20:03:14 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. Yes that lovely all weather, innovative, redgra pitch! The goalkeeper was whoever could kick it the furthest! Charlie Hughes learned everything he knew! alster I'm guessing Gentleman, John and Belfield! Gentleman enjoyed smacking kids on the arse with a pump the dodgy evil jock git! Poxy redgra was lethal, lost the skin from my arse to my ankle playing on that shit once.
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Post by loosestools on Jan 20, 2018 20:10:54 GMT
Yes that lovely all weather, innovative, redgra pitch! The goalkeeper was whoever could kick it the furthest! Charlie Hughes learned everything he knew! alster I'm guessing Gentleman, John and Belfield! Gentleman enjoyed smacking kids on the arse with a pump the dodgy evil jock git! Poxy redgra was lethal, lost the skin from my arse to my ankle playing on that shit once. I remember playing at Archbishop Macintyer where the pitch was red ash. Didn't dare do a slide tackle, you would end up with a leg like a donner kebab
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Post by medwaypotter on Jan 20, 2018 20:13:26 GMT
Poxy redgra was lethal, lost the skin from my arse to my ankle playing on that shit once. I remember playing at Archbishop Macintyer where the pitch was red ash. Didn't dare do a slide tackle, you would end up with a leg like a donner kebab I only tried it the once, looked like I'd been cheese grated.
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Post by loosestools on Jan 20, 2018 20:17:01 GMT
I remember playing at Archbishop Macintyer where the pitch was red ash. Didn't dare do a slide tackle, you would end up with a leg like a donner kebab I only tried it the once, looked like I'd been cheese grated. I did my utmost to get out of that fixture, that and going to Buxton College on Billy Hall bus in the depths of winter, with no guarantee of a return journey home
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Post by premiershipteamfor10years on Jan 20, 2018 21:19:38 GMT
Alsager Comprehensive in the early to mid eighties, we had a good team Always had battles with Holmes Chapel mainly because of Andy Porter who went on to play for the fail, Shavington and Kingsgrove. Oh and our coach got bricked by some bell ends when we battered Biddulph High one time Happy days.....miss the school inter form 5 a side competitions at the Alsager Leisure centre as well.
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Post by DunnetHeadMoonraker on Jan 20, 2018 21:31:05 GMT
Shortly after taking the 11 plus exam at Blythe Bridge primary school I started at Devizes Grammar School in Wiltshire where we played rugby before Christmas and footy after Christmas. We didn't have our own playing field so we used the pitches at the town secondary modern school which was about a mile and a half away. Our changing facility was a cricket pavilion which only had a cold water trough to wash in. Also our pitches didn't have goal nets. It was almost a treat to go away to the big schools in Swindon where we regularly suffered heavy defeats because they had goal nets and hot water showers.
We only played against the other grammar schools in Wiltshire and we never had any sporting , cultural or social activities with the secondary modern schools in the area. I left the grammar school a couple of years before comprehensive education started in the late 1960's in Devizes when the towns two schools merged.
I also played for Devizes in the mid Wiltshire under 18 league and our squad was roughly a third of grammar school boys with the remaining team members being factory workers , farm labourers etc who used to go to the secondary modern school. The two groups did not get on well with each other and we grammar school boys were called " gutter sweepers " by the boys who went to the secondary modern school.
Looking back on my life I clearly benefited by going to a grammar school. But was it fair on those who didn't have the same opportunities in life as I had because they didn't pass the 11 plus exam when at primary school ?
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Post by bangorstokie on Jan 20, 2018 22:44:38 GMT
Who was your pe teacher. It must of been Eric Biddle. Used to kick lumps out of us in training. One year, 4th year I think, we won every game andgot to a cup final against Hanley High. Can't remember what cup it was but it was played at Leek Town. Had Vale player as referee (twat) and we lost two nil. We thought we were going to walk it. Absolutely gutted. Fighting amongst rival schools supporters as well. Yes it was Eric Biddle and his missus taught music, then we had a new PE master who allegedly played pro footy for someone and I cant remember his name, he was quite handy as I recall. I do remember the pitches were diabolical, used to come in absolutely covered in mud. I do remember that cup match as we were encouraged to go and support the lads. We did have to stay behind after assembly as Mr Jones endeavoured to find the culprits who had embarrassed the school. I didn't let on as my mother would have thrashed me. Bet you remember Barry Sherwin, a role model for me. Yeah, I remember Bazzer Sherwin. Big shit fan. He was never much cop at football, cricket was more his game.I'm John Smith by the way, nickname Shmeed, given to me by Keith Little, Steve Jackson, John Jarvis who were in the year above me.
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Post by tcdobinghoff on Jan 21, 2018 1:38:12 GMT
I went to Longton High - we didn’t play football, in fact you weren’t allowed to mention it. At the start of “games” 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 weren’t wearing underpants (!!!) we had to declare any forgotten kit. If you said “Sir I’ve forgotten my football boots” for example you were called down to the front of the gym ,bent down and whacked with a “padder bat”. You were asked what you had forgotten again - you soon learned to say “I’ve forgotten my rugby football boots Sir”. 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. Was the teacher Arnold Copeland or Mountford? Both but I remember “Monty” mostly. Could relate a few stories tbh. Quite a few characters.
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Post by chrisparker on Jan 21, 2018 1:40:53 GMT
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Post by lawrieleslie on Jan 21, 2018 8:55:38 GMT
Wooly Grammar was a rugby school in the 60s so the only football we got was jumpers for goalposts at lunchtime. Although we did form a team outside school and played friendlies against other teams from Silverdale, Audley and Chesterton. One of the players dad was a prison officer at Werrington YOI and he organised a game against the inmates up at the borstal. Somebody mentioned John Caddy in an earlier post, I went to Ellison St Primary and there was a John Caddy in my class who was a good footballer. He went to Bradwell and did hear that he got on the books at Vale Park. Even though Wooly Grammar was rugby school they still produced the great John Farmer who played for Stoke in the late 60s and 70s.
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Jan 21, 2018 9:23:16 GMT
We had an all weather pitch at St. Peters Penkhull, but we also played on a grass pitch across the road from Penkhull Homes, the slope on it was like playing nogger on Penkhull new rd.
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Post by loosestools on Jan 21, 2018 9:30:00 GMT
Yes it was Eric Biddle and his missus taught music, then we had a new PE master who allegedly played pro footy for someone and I cant remember his name, he was quite handy as I recall. I do remember the pitches were diabolical, used to come in absolutely covered in mud. I do remember that cup match as we were encouraged to go and support the lads. We did have to stay behind after assembly as Mr Jones endeavoured to find the culprits who had embarrassed the school. I didn't let on as my mother would have thrashed me. Bet you remember Barry Sherwin, a role model for me. Yeah, I remember Bazzer Sherwin. Big shit fan. He was never much cop at football, cricket was more his game.I'm John Smith by the way, nickname Shmeed, given to me by Keith Little, Steve Jackson, John Jarvis who were in the year above me. Ay up Schmeed, greetings from 40 odd years ago. Knapse here, same year as Smogger Smith, Stan Porter, Ian Shenton and Mick Gosling
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Post by boothenboys1863 on Jan 21, 2018 10:07:09 GMT
I’ve got a funny memory of football in school, this particular P.E lesson we were playing football and our teacher was an Arsenal fan I was in my last year of high school and it was just after shawcross broke Ramsey’s leg.
My teacher hated stoke and the amount of times we fell out purely over football was ridiculous but this one game we were playing and our teacher was playing he was a pretty boy and used to smash the ball from dead close and score and celebrate a proper nob head bloke like.
Anyway I went up for a header with him and he elbowed me and I went mad he said “it’s football get on with it” with a smug grin on his face. Then about 10 minutes later the ball was rolling out and he sprinted and stopped it on the line then just as he was about to turn around and run with the ball SMASH!! I absolutely walloped him stoods down the back of his leg. He was rolling around the floor like the fanny he was he got up and sent me to get changed. When he come in the changing rooms he was going mad at me and I said “it’s football just get on with it” then he started going on about stoke being a dirty team and that’s why I think it’s accpetable tackle like that because I watch stoke every week it just made him hate me and my Stoke City even more and I fucking loved it!!
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Post by chesterfieldstokie on Jan 21, 2018 12:35:21 GMT
Was the teacher Arnold Copeland or Mountford? Both but I remember “Monty” mostly. Could relate a few stories tbh. Quite a few characters. they used to make us go into the gym and hit hockey balls at us when we ran to the wallbars on the opposite side.
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Post by bangorstokie on Jan 21, 2018 14:28:59 GMT
Yeah, I remember Bazzer Sherwin. Big shit fan. He was never much cop at football, cricket was more his game.I'm John Smith by the way, nickname Shmeed, given to me by Keith Little, Steve Jackson, John Jarvis who were in the year above me. Ay up Schmeed, greetings from 40 odd years ago. Knapse here, same year as Smogger Smith, Stan Porter, Ian Shenton and Mick Gosling At up Knapse. Ow at youth? It must be 48 years ago now since I left school. I remember all those lads, Smogger used to live a couple of doors up from me in Lynmouth Close, Mick Gosling was a handy footballer if my memory serves me right. Wasn't Carl Brassington in your year as well? You'd remember Rob (Tank) Lythgoe getting killed on his scooter when he and Richard Johnson went out delivering tea and sugar to O.A.Ps. Head on with an ambulance I think. Old Taffy Jones the head was distraught when he came to tell us. A few of us were pissing about around the pond behind the 6th form block and I remember this vividly because Steve Jackson pushed me in and I was splashing about in the water when Jonesey came to tell us.
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Post by tcdobinghoff on Jan 21, 2018 14:44:30 GMT
Both but I remember “Monty” mostly. Could relate a few stories tbh. Quite a few characters. they used to make us go into the gym and hit hockey balls at us when we ran to the wallbars on the opposite side. You didn’t question it though did you ? I remember Monty breaking a lads arm (accidentally) demonstrating a forward roll and also giving another lad quite a beating when he thought the lad had called him a liar. When we got older we got on well with him and some of my mates used to meet up with him for a drink.
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Post by NassauDave on Jan 21, 2018 14:52:19 GMT
All of those lads were in the year above me, I think Rod Eckersley was a bit older but he wasn't bad either. I remember playing against Hanley High School and it was fantastic in Mondays assembly as Mr Jones the HM read out the results from Saturdays matches. Every year got battered by at least 11-0. The record in my year was 22-0. Who was your pe teacher. It must of been Eric Biddle. Used to kick lumps out of us in training. One year, 4th year I think, we won every game andgot to a cup final against Hanley High. Can't remember what cup it was but it was played at Leek Town. Had Vale player as referee (twat) and we lost two nil. We thought we were going to walk it. Absolutely gutted. Fighting amongst rival schools supporters as well. Eric Biddle was on of my P.E. teachers at Bishop Bright High. The other was a Mr. Fox. They were both short arses and didn’t like football. Oh and they were a nasty pair of cunts too. I wasn’t good enough for our team but we had a few decent players including a Geordie kid ( must have been a free transfer from Byker Grove). I believe that this lad is now a top lawyer who is often putting bad lads away at Stoke crown court. Happy days.
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Post by chesterfieldstokie on Jan 21, 2018 14:55:32 GMT
they used to make us go into the gym and hit hockey balls at us when we ran to the wallbars on the opposite side. You didn’t question it though did you ? I remember Monty breaking a lads arm (accidentally) demonstrating a forward roll and also giving another lad quite a beating when he thought the lad had called him a liar. When we got older we got on well with him and some of my mates used to meet up with him for a drink. You didn't dare! I remember Arny kicking me from one end of the rugby pitch to the other because I kicked the ball when it was on the floor, I should have picked it up
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Post by loosestools on Jan 21, 2018 15:45:41 GMT
Ay up Schmeed, greetings from 40 odd years ago. Knapse here, same year as Smogger Smith, Stan Porter, Ian Shenton and Mick Gosling At up Knapse. Ow at youth? It must be 48 years ago now since I left school. I remember all those lads, Smogger used to live a couple of doors up from me in Lynmouth Close, Mick Gosling was a handy footballer if my memory serves me right. Wasn't Carl Brassington in your year as well? You'd remember Rob (Tank) Lythgoe getting killed on his scooter when he and Richard Johnson went out delivering tea and sugar to O.A.Ps. Head on with an ambulance I think. Old Taffy Jones the head was distraught when he came to tell us. A few of us were pissing about around the pond behind the 6th form block and I remember this vividly because Steve Jackson pushed me in and I was splashing about in the water when Jonesey came to tell us. Ay up Smcheed, I'm ow rate youth! Yep, Gos was a pretty good dribbler and used to hate me for my ability to slide tackle in the mudbath of the junior pitch. Brasso was in the year below me and I still am upset about Tank. He had the first pair of white boots and my mum knew his mum, they used to live at New Buildings behind Mill Hayes Garage. That was an absolute tragedy and still brings a tear to my eyes when I think about it. I still remember him proudly showing off those boots while the rest of us had to wear some shit awful things from Brammers which reminded me of being in some experiment to rekindle the lost art of ancient Chinese foot binding.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 15:47:14 GMT
Rubbish. We got an ex Rhyl reserve as P.E. teacher. I remember when the headmaster announced his arrival, he said, you football fans will like him, as he is an ex player. Cnut always had us in the gym.
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Post by bigvern on Jan 21, 2018 15:48:32 GMT
Playground football in junior school was stoke fans v Liverpool fans while high school had a broader spectrum of glory hunters so it was stoke v the world. A bit more fiesty in high school.
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Post by CBUFAWKIPWH on Jan 21, 2018 15:54:09 GMT
Who was your pe teacher. It must of been Eric Biddle. Used to kick lumps out of us in training. One year, 4th year I think, we won every game andgot to a cup final against Hanley High. Can't remember what cup it was but it was played at Leek Town. Had Vale player as referee (twat) and we lost two nil. We thought we were going to walk it. Absolutely gutted. Fighting amongst rival schools supporters as well. Eric Biddle was on of my P.E. teachers at Bishop Bright High. The other was a Mr. Fox. They were both short arses and didn’t like football. Oh and they were a nasty pair of cunts too. I wasn’t good enough for our team but we had a few decent players including a Geordie kid ( must have been a free transfer from Byker Grove). I believe that this lad is now a top lawyer who is often putting bad lads away at Stoke crown court. Happy days. Foxy was my games teacher as well....and yes he had a nasty streak...
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Post by loosestools on Jan 21, 2018 16:20:13 GMT
Rubbish. We got an ex Rhyl reserve as P.E. teacher. I remember when the headmaster announced his arrival, he said, you football fans will like him, as he is an ex player. Cnut always had us in the gym. Robo, can you remember his name?
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Post by NassauDave on Jan 21, 2018 16:29:28 GMT
Eric Biddle was on of my P.E. teachers at Bishop Bright High. The other was a Mr. Fox. They were both short arses and didn’t like football. Oh and they were a nasty pair of cunts too. I wasn’t good enough for our team but we had a few decent players including a Geordie kid ( must have been a free transfer from Byker Grove). I believe that this lad is now a top lawyer who is often putting bad lads away at Stoke crown court. Happy days. Foxy was my games teacher as well....and yes he had a nasty streak... He once caned me in front of some other kids. The idiot swung the cane really high as I was a lot taller than him. The dick head actually smashed a ceiling light in the process and caned me several times more for laughing at the daft cunt.
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Post by bangorstokie on Jan 21, 2018 16:30:57 GMT
At up Knapse. Ow at youth? It must be 48 years ago now since I left school. I remember all those lads, Smogger used to live a couple of doors up from me in Lynmouth Close, Mick Gosling was a handy footballer if my memory serves me right. Wasn't Carl Brassington in your year as well? You'd remember Rob (Tank) Lythgoe getting killed on his scooter when he and Richard Johnson went out delivering tea and sugar to O.A.Ps. Head on with an ambulance I think. Old Taffy Jones the head was distraught when he came to tell us. A few of us were pissing about around the pond behind the 6th form block and I remember this vividly because Steve Jackson pushed me in and I was splashing about in the water when Jonesey came to tell us. Ay up Smcheed, I'm ow rate youth! Yep, Gos was a pretty good dribbler and used to hate me for my ability to slide tackle in the mudbath of the junior pitch. Brasso was in the year below me and I still am upset about Tank. He had the first pair of white boots and my mum knew his mum, they used to live at New Buildings behind Mill Hayes Garage. That was an absolute tragedy and still brings a tear to my eyes when I think about it. I still remember him proudly showing off those boots while the rest of us had to wear some shit awful things from Brammers which reminded me of being in some experiment to rekindle the lost art of ancient Chinese foot binding. Are you still in Biddulph Knapse. Any of the fore mentioned blokes still there?
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Post by sheriffofrockridge on Jan 21, 2018 17:16:47 GMT
Non-existent. Rugby and cricket school.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 17:22:30 GMT
His surname was Roberts. Can't remember his first name!
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Post by kustokie on Jan 21, 2018 17:24:16 GMT
Wooly Grammar was a rugby school in the 60s so the only football we got was jumpers for goalposts at lunchtime. Although we did form a team outside school and played friendlies against other teams from Silverdale, Audley and Chesterton. One of the players dad was a prison officer at Werrington YOI and he organised a game against the inmates up at the borstal. Somebody mentioned John Caddy in an earlier post, I went to Ellison St Primary and there was a John Caddy in my class who was a good footballer. He went to Bradwell and did hear that he got on the books at Vale Park. Even though Wooly Grammar was rugby school they still produced the great John Farmer who played for Stoke in the late 60s and 70s. Same for me, I went to Newcastle High which was also a rugby school. I was shit at rugby. Only played at football at lunch time, evening and weekends. (TBH I was shit at football too. Fortunately, I moved to the States in 1981 when I was 25 and was better than most players in the local leagues because most American kids at that time were really, really shit).
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Post by kustokie on Jan 21, 2018 17:33:16 GMT
Foxy was my games teacher as well....and yes he had a nasty streak... He once caned me in front of some other kids. The idiot swung the cane really high as I was a lot taller than him. The dick head actually smashed a ceiling light in the process and caned me several times more for laughing at the daft cunt. We obviously grew in the same era. Most of our gym teachers at Newcastle High were roaring pedophiles and some were out and out sadists. The one exception was the rugby coach (Jim Nussey, anyone remember him?) who was decent bloke - he was also thick as a plank, which was a problem because he also taught maths (fortunately I only had him for one term and was good enough to figure things out by myself). We had a cross-eyed old git who used to enjoy whipping boys with his whistle on the arse as they ran into the showers. I remember some kid getting his own back by nailing him in the nuts during batting practice - you had to lob it him slowly othewise he couldn’t see it. One day, I am going to write a book on this.
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Post by kustokie on Jan 21, 2018 17:35:11 GMT
His surname was Roberts. Can't remember his first name! John Roberts was head master at Newcastle High School in the late ‘60s and early ‘70s. He was a toffee nosed Oxbridge twit (come to think of it, most of them were).
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