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Post by Deleted on Jan 21, 2018 18:03:47 GMT
No, this was up in the Warrington area, although his first name could've been Jon, come to think of it. Sod used to have us hanging off the wall bars for ages if anyone did owt wrong. It got to the stage where some of us were forging our parents signatures to get out of P.E. Another thing he did if he didn't like you, would lift you up by holding your sideburns, and keep you on your tiptoes, whilst holding said sideburns! Couldn't stand P.E. with the bloke, and I loved playing soccer. It was coming to something, when in your teens, you despised P.E. Another one he used to do, was if you forgot your galoshes or pumps as they were known then, would be to make you do cross country in your bare feet, no matter what the weather. That never bothered me though, as I loved running! Hope he got his comeuppance somewhere along the line!
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Post by alster on Jan 21, 2018 19:12:43 GMT
We had a deputy head at Willfield called Sandywell who did quite a lot of refereeing, christ that man could wield a cane. He retired and was replaced by a bloke called Drummond who thought he could too, seldom seen a blokes face drain so rapidly when he caned me and I gripped it he fucking shit himself. He used to come out for a net at lunchtime, lets put it this way the wicket was no longer a target(bodyline).
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Post by scfcrmagic on Jan 21, 2018 20:55:48 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. Me dad would be pleased to hear that .....it’s one thing that always bothers him about the game today ...why don’t they have a man on each post ! As for myself ...and footy I used to have to do a bit of scrapping with the lads to be allowed to play...they didn’t want girls in the team ...but as a bit of a tomboy I could put up a good fight .. And they let me play...the biggest stumbling block was trying to get into Lads n’ dads ...back then it didn’t matter if your dad did play for Stoke, if you were a girl you could bugger off it wasn’t happening.
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Post by kustokie on Jan 21, 2018 21:18:18 GMT
Proper Nogger. 2 full backs. Right half,Centre half,left half. Right winger,inside right,.centre forward,inside left,left winger. (Me) Never had any of them niggling little muscle tweaks that kept players out for 4 weeks. Of course there were lot more broken bones in them days - big Den broke his leg five times! Them’s were the days, eh?
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Post by cheeesfreeex on Jan 21, 2018 21:51:31 GMT
Chell (hell) High say no more. Yeah I'm an Alumni of Chell High though in my day the High School was far more geared to rugby and Linley RFC. But it was very Kes. We had break away out of school unofficial round ball matches, our home ground was Chatterley Whitfield Sporters, the bowling Green. Played Petersfield, Oversley, Fegg Hayes Village, The Heath, Packmoor, Cumberbatch... weapons amnesty, we were pretty nifty. A few of us cycled to the Victoria gym to train with Spode FC, played in the City Traders before leaving school. However it was Chell Middle that was the footballing Glory Years, Sentinel Cup Winners playing in a funky Carlisle seventies kit. The highlight of the year was an after school five a side tournament. Teams of five mates entered in a Cup knockout with crazy names {usually}. A Cup Final with presentation and an audience of 100+ kids to rival owt at Wembley. I came close one year, perhaps '78, made the final with two girl wingers in a 2-3 formation, 'Budgie' Shields poacher. Disappointed when I heard me keeper was at the Chelsea game at ours recently, away fan. We were called Berwick Rangers.. an homage to the outsider perhaps. Ecky Thump Rovers had won the previous two Tournaments, Greville's Growlers won it that year. True story. Saved up for a new pair of trainers for the Tournaments, always blamed mistakes on 'breaking in'. Something crazily coloured that Bourne's couldn't shift. True story.
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Post by AlliG on Jan 21, 2018 22:14:42 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. They were my PE teachers too and as you say they both hated football (and cricket). In fact I don't think they liked sport at all. Whenever it rained we always seemed to be left to get on with it ourselves. In 1974/5 the school decided that it wanted to try and play rugby. We had one kid (can't remember his name) who showed a bit of rugby ability. In training one day he threw a few body swerves on Mr Fox and left him grasping thin air. The next time it was tried the lad ran between Fox and the goal post which Fox smashed him into and broke his collarbone. We were poor before that and without our "star" player we got absolutely tonked in the 3 games we played. Football at St Gregory's under Mr Birks (or Mr Dennison for the 2nd Team) was much more fun. We used to play on the sloping pitches behind Longton Cottage hospital. As a left winger I used to prefer kicking away from the cemetery end goal because the mud was always much deeper on the other wing. I remember scoring a goal away at Blurton and the ref (their PE teacher) having a strop and making me go and fetch the ball from the next field (one of the drawbacks I guess of playing with no nets) Back in 1970 we beat Florence 17-1 and the right back marking me that day was Phil Rawlins.
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Post by andystokey on Jan 21, 2018 22:38:15 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. Oakhill High matey?
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 0:04:03 GMT
I could have been a pro when I was younger still could to be fair.
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Post by Boothen on Jan 22, 2018 0:18:15 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. Oakhill High matey? Yep, 82-87.
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Post by NassauDave on Jan 22, 2018 0:21:30 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. They were my PE teachers too and as you say they both hated football (and cricket). In fact I don't think they liked sport at all. Whenever it rained we always seemed to be left to get on with it ourselves. In 1974/5 the school decided that it wanted to try and play rugby. We had one kid (can't remember his name) who showed a bit of rugby ability. In training one day he threw a few body swerves on Mr Fox and left him grasping thin air. The next time it was tried the lad ran between Fox and the goal post which Fox smashed him into and broke his collarbone. We were poor before that and without our "star" player we got absolutely tonked in the 3 games we played. Football at St Gregory's under Mr Birks (or Mr Dennison for the 2nd Team) was much more fun. We used to play on the sloping pitches behind Longton Cottage hospital. As a left winger I used to prefer kicking away from the cemetery end goal because the mud was always much deeper on the other wing. I remember scoring a goal away at Blurton and the ref (their PE teacher) having a strop and making me go and fetch the ball from the next field (one of the drawbacks I guess of playing with no nets) Back in 1970 we beat Florence 17-1 and the right back marking me that day was Phil Rawlins. Mr. G., We were in the same grade at Bishop Bright, and I too played in those three rugby games. Fucking nightmare. We got battered by Willfield, Edensor, and Longton High I believe. I was black and blue after the games. I only played to avoid technical drawing and the psycho that was our teacher at the time, Mr Bourne. The physical shit that our teachers handed out was criminal. I was punched in the head several times for being shit at maths BY THAT CUNT JONES, and even by Sister Eleanor for being totally fucking bored with R.E. Happy days eh?
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Post by holdmedelilah on Jan 22, 2018 2:06:55 GMT
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. It had to be... it was all Fizzer Whalley knew
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Post by The man from Utch on Jan 22, 2018 3:48:13 GMT
Oldfields Boy School Uttoxeter was great. We were pretty average, but for home games we had a huge mob and had a great repertoire of songs.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 6:40:16 GMT
Yep, same at my school (Hanley High) as well in the late 60's early 70's. It had to be... it was all Fizzer Whalley knew Oh yes, old Fizzer Whalley ! "Ooooyyyyyyy laddie !" He definitely was your typical "old school" type teacher wasn't he ? He caught me mimicking him and put me on detention 3 weeks in a row ! Old git !
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Post by holdmedelilah on Jan 22, 2018 6:52:09 GMT
It had to be... it was all Fizzer Whalley knew Oh yes, old Fizzer Whalley ! "Ooooyyyyyyy laddie !" He definitely was your typical "old school" type teacher wasn't he ? He caught me mimicking him and put me on detention 3 weeks in a row ! Old git ! Oyyy laddie, get off me fizzing pitches He had to suspend cross-country for us. We all went down the drive,towards the brook but then went in all directions. Half an hour later we would return from all points on the compass saying we ‘got lost’. They even tried to run with us but Fizzers limp was too bad and Mr Cornes was too fat.
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Post by GeneralFaye on Jan 22, 2018 6:57:14 GMT
In primary school I played with a football made out of foam and when it rained it suddenly weighed about a tonne, I think that's the reason I've always been able to twat a ball really hard.
As for how good we were, I was part of one of the worst teams in the schools memory I think and I would often get MOTM awards for helping to keep the score down. Move to high school and I was then part of a team that never lost.. swings in roundabouts and all that.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 22, 2018 6:57:32 GMT
Oh yes, old Fizzer Whalley ! "Ooooyyyyyyy laddie !" He definitely was your typical "old school" type teacher wasn't he ? He caught me mimicking him and put me on detention 3 weeks in a row ! Old git ! Oyyy laddie, get off me fizzing pitches He had to suspend cross-country for us. We all went down the drive,towards the brook but then went in all directions. Half an hour later we would return from all points on the compass saying we ‘got lost’. They even tried to run with us but Fizzers limp was too bad and Mr Cornes was too fat. Oh yeah, forgot about Cornes ! Great days !
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Post by albini13 on Jan 22, 2018 7:05:28 GMT
We had great teams at Holden Lane and won the sentinel shield in 1994.
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Post by elystokie on Jan 22, 2018 10:39:28 GMT
Primary school was brilliant, we used to win pretty much every game, same team for Ladsandads and we very rarely lost then either. Senior school was non existent for me, a PE teacher called Absolom (who was only about 5ft tall himself) decided I was too small to play football, I was gutted, football was what I lived for Ended up starting a rugby team with a few other lads and a couple of teachers that were really keen on egg chasing, I had nowhere near the same enthusiasm for it tho.
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Jan 22, 2018 10:53:51 GMT
The all weather pitches in the 60s/70s were they called Grey Gra. Short for Grey Gravel?
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Post by thehoof on Jan 22, 2018 16:48:24 GMT
I was also at Biddulph Grammar, but John Caddy and John Cornwall were in the Upper 6th when I was a first year. Our teacher was a Mr. Dunwell who supposedly played at Lincoln City. In our first year we were totally shit and our best result was an 8-0 defeat at Pendeford in Wolverhampton- we also suffered a caning from Leek High of 12-1, and I remember us all running around when we scored to make it 9-1 shouting “ we ca do this.” The 3rd year team at that time was okay and featured Paul Gilbert and Alan Heathcote who did well in the local Saturday and Sunday leagues.
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Post by harryburrows on Jan 22, 2018 17:26:50 GMT
Oldfields Boy School Uttoxeter was great. We were pretty average, but for home games we had a huge mob and had a great repertoire of songs. Were you in the year with Ted Lewis , tommy lomas , Phil ufton . Wouldn't have dared put a tackle on any of that group of lads
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Post by exiledpotter on Jan 22, 2018 17:48:04 GMT
From a skill or technical ability point of view I was shite ... but if you wanted opponents scything down I was lethal. It seemed to be allowed at the time.
The PE teacher at John Fisher preferred basketball (which we were okay at) and I can't remember ever hearing a footie score which possibly says it all. That said, I'm trying to remember the names of a couple of lads in my year (early to mid 80s) who were brilliant .... until you added thick, clinging potteries mud and pouring rain.
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Post by The man from Utch on Jan 22, 2018 18:43:02 GMT
Oldfields Boy School Uttoxeter was great. We were pretty average, but for home games we had a huge mob and had a great repertoire of songs. Were you in the year with Ted Lewis , tommy lomas , Phil ufton . Wouldn't have dared put a tackle on any of that group of lads I know all those lads, they are all about 6 or 7 years older than me. It changed over to Windsor Park a year after i went there.
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Post by harryburrows on Jan 22, 2018 18:46:56 GMT
Were you in the year with Ted Lewis , tommy lomas , Phil ufton . Wouldn't have dared put a tackle on any of that group of lads I know all those lads, they are all about 6 or 7 years older than me. It changed over to Windsor Park a year after i went there. I meet up with Pete Higgy higgs at most home games
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Post by CBUFAWKIPWH on Jan 22, 2018 19:04:25 GMT
They were my PE teachers too and as you say they both hated football (and cricket). In fact I don't think they liked sport at all. Whenever it rained we always seemed to be left to get on with it ourselves. In 1974/5 the school decided that it wanted to try and play rugby. We had one kid (can't remember his name) who showed a bit of rugby ability. In training one day he threw a few body swerves on Mr Fox and left him grasping thin air. The next time it was tried the lad ran between Fox and the goal post which Fox smashed him into and broke his collarbone. We were poor before that and without our "star" player we got absolutely tonked in the 3 games we played. Football at St Gregory's under Mr Birks (or Mr Dennison for the 2nd Team) was much more fun. We used to play on the sloping pitches behind Longton Cottage hospital. As a left winger I used to prefer kicking away from the cemetery end goal because the mud was always much deeper on the other wing. I remember scoring a goal away at Blurton and the ref (their PE teacher) having a strop and making me go and fetch the ball from the next field (one of the drawbacks I guess of playing with no nets) Back in 1970 we beat Florence 17-1 and the right back marking me that day was Phil Rawlins. Mr. G., We were in the same grade at Bishop Bright, and I too played in those three rugby games. Fucking nightmare. We got battered by Willfield, Edensor, and Longton High I believe. I was black and blue after the games. I only played to avoid technical drawing and the psycho that was our teacher at the time, Mr Bourne. The physical shit that our teachers handed out was criminal. I was punched in the head several times for being shit at maths BY THAT CUNT JONES, and even by Sister Eleanor for being totally fucking bored with R.E. Happy days eh? Fortunately I just missed the rugby (I was there 74-78) but those names bring back memories. Didn't a dirty great hole appear in the middle of the playing pitches that they had to fence off - or am imagining that?
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Post by NassauDave on Jan 22, 2018 19:33:30 GMT
Mr. G., We were in the same grade at Bishop Bright, and I too played in those three rugby games. Fucking nightmare. We got battered by Willfield, Edensor, and Longton High I believe. I was black and blue after the games. I only played to avoid technical drawing and the psycho that was our teacher at the time, Mr Bourne. The physical shit that our teachers handed out was criminal. I was punched in the head several times for being shit at maths BY THAT CUNT JONES, and even by Sister Eleanor for being totally fucking bored with R.E. Happy days eh? Fortunately I just missed the rugby (I was there 74-78) but those names bring back memories. Didn't a dirty great hole appear in the middle of the playing pitches that they had to fence off - or am imagining that? Mining subsidence duck.
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Post by Staying up for Grandadstokey on Jan 22, 2018 20:01:27 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 downl 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. It was for this reason why I went to Stanfield Tech.(as it was then).I was the only boy from Dresden junior school who did not go to Longton High on passing the 11+,I just could not bear the thought of playing Rugby instead of footy.
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Post by CBUFAWKIPWH on Jan 22, 2018 20:47:57 GMT
Fortunately I just missed the rugby (I was there 74-78) but those names bring back memories. Didn't a dirty great hole appear in the middle of the playing pitches that they had to fence off - or am imagining that? Mining subsidence duck. Mining subsidence duck - sounds like the Potteries version of Godzilla..
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Post by sasfan on Jan 22, 2018 21:29:51 GMT
I played right back at junior school, our team was shocking. We made the local press once for losing 36-0! Think it was a league record 😂😂😂
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Post by johnnypotter on Jan 22, 2018 21:52:05 GMT
During my time at St Peter's High, my mate [Kev] and myself would often bob off school just to play footie. We did it once too often and were caught playing near Booth Street in Stoke, we were caught by the School board man, Albert Leake [ a former vale player]. When he took us back to school for the cane, we both told Mr Leake that he only came after us because we were Stoke fans. He tried to explain that truancy was a serious business, but we knew the real reason he came after us.
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