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Post by stayingupforbigbazza on Jan 3, 2021 19:26:06 GMT
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Post by terryconroysmagic on Jan 3, 2021 19:28:58 GMT
Instead of sheep we’ve a few donkeys on the pitch now...🤣
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Post by sheikhmomo on Jan 3, 2021 19:31:30 GMT
There was a great thread on this a while back. This cropped up on Twitter the other day. Almost moistens the eye. 
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Post by werrington on Jan 3, 2021 19:48:13 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended
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Post by rambo61 on Jan 3, 2021 19:58:46 GMT
Nowt better than coming out of the Vic pub straight into the away fans!!!👊👊🤣🤣
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Post by stayingupforbigbazza on Jan 3, 2021 19:58:50 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended Got that photo as my screen photo  |
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Post by werrington on Jan 3, 2021 20:03:43 GMT
Nowt better than coming out of the Vic pub straight into the away fans!!!👊👊🤣🤣 Mick the landlord ....miserable fucker he was 😊 If you went out for a bit of battling he never let you back in |
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Post by spiderpuss on Jan 3, 2021 20:30:57 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended The font oozes class, why don't fonts like that get used nowadays? To much brand experts going on. |
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Post by spitthedog on Jan 3, 2021 20:42:26 GMT
we had a big squad back then. |
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Post by spitthedog on Jan 3, 2021 20:44:30 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended Brilliant photo. The Stoke End was the only side that I never went in. Feel sad about that somehow! |
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Post by Paul Spencer on Jan 3, 2021 22:08:01 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended You can feel it now, in the pit of your stomach, even after all these years ... |
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Post by Gods on Jan 3, 2021 22:31:01 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended You can feel it now, in the pit of your stomach, even after all these years ... Yep, I can feel my heart rate increase just on seeing that photo, seriously! Pavlov's DogOverview. Pavlovian theory is a learning procedure that involves pairing a stimulus with a conditioned response. In the famous experiments that Ivan Pavlov conducted with his dogs, Pavlov found that objects or events could trigger a conditioned response. ... |
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Post by werrington on Jan 4, 2021 7:14:06 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended Brilliant photo. The Stoke End was the only side that I never went in. Feel sad about that somehow! Same here mate |
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Post by Northy on Jan 4, 2021 8:42:32 GMT
Brilliant photo. The Stoke End was the only side that I never went in. Feel sad about that somehow! Same here mate That's the first end I went into for many years from about 7 or 8 on my own, my mate and his dad had season tickets in Butler A, they used to pick me up by the garage opposite the away end, once stood there waiting with Brum supporters all around me singing 'all you brummies stick together now' as Stoke fans were surrounding them. My mates dad was about 6'3" and I felt this big hand yank me out of the middle of it by the back of my collar |
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Post by murphthesurf on Jan 4, 2021 9:10:50 GMT
(This is in response to the OP): So this must be a pic of when the Boothen Stand's 'new' end was being added to/built on to it, ie. at the RH end of the original Boothen Stand, and at the end nearest to the old Boothen End? If so, this was where my father and I transferred our Season Tickets to as soon as it was finished - prior to that we'd been more in the middle of the Boothen Stand but our new seats were brilliant - on the end of a row and literally right next to an entrance/exit space coming into the stand at the top of a flight of steps, so access was a doddle. The row we were on was Row G, so not far from the front. My seat would have been about over the 11th sheep from the left. Wonderful times. |
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Post by waddosnavy on Jan 4, 2021 9:57:18 GMT
Brilliant photo. The Stoke End was the only side that I never went in. Feel sad about that somehow! Same here mate I was 'blooded' at the Stoke End as a youngster in the mid to late fifties. Taken to the reserve matches (which I can't remember much about), but when I got bored, recall running around kicking the the odd paper cup about (probably left over from then last first team match). Afterwards pork and mustard sandwiches from the old Stoke market, followed by a trip to the theatre in Hanley. Remember seeing Eddie Calvert with his golden trumpet, and the fading days of the Crazy Gang. |
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Post by OldStokie on Jan 4, 2021 12:10:20 GMT
Another fabulous and iconic photo. Thanks. Wouldn't surprise me if they weren't Micky Pejic's sheep. Probably herded them up to fatten them for market from his place up in the hills. Something Micky would do.  OS. |
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Post by bullring on Jan 4, 2021 13:14:13 GMT
Another fabulous and iconic photo. Thanks. Wouldn't surprise me if they weren't Micky Pejic's sheep. Probably herded them up to fatten them for market from his place up in the hills. Something Micky would do. OS. im sure i read once regarding that photo oldstokie,the sheep belonged to a director at the time.Didnt Pej take the blown down Butler street roof home for firewood i think he said he did mate |
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Post by kentpotter on Jan 4, 2021 20:51:22 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended That's where I went in for my first ever game at the Vic, v Spurs FAC replay after Butler roof blew off. Thought it was Stoke's 'end', only to watch the Old Bill turfing dungeree wearing Spurs fans out of the Boothen all game 😆😆😆 |
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Post by werrington on Jan 4, 2021 20:55:12 GMT
In a nutshell this is the most iconic ....as you approached from Lonsdale Street it hit you straight in the face as the houses ended That's where I went in for my first ever game at the Vic, v Spurs FAC replay after Butler roof blew off. Thought it was Stoke's 'end', only to watch the Old Bill turfing dungeree wearing Spurs fans out of the Boothen all game 😆😆😆 Butler street seats for me that day |
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Post by onepara on Jan 4, 2021 21:23:17 GMT
I remember going to an open day, & Bertie Biggins & co were sitting at benches outside there, signing autographs.
I was at that end at one match & Banks was in goal. John Burridge the ex-goalkeeper was standing just in front of me. The crowd was a bit thin, so I could see him clearly. I realised that he was watching Banksy, & how he was organising the defence & the positions that he took up as the ball came towards his goal. He was there to get a free lesson from the Master.
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Post by Boothen on Jan 4, 2021 21:41:45 GMT
There was a great thread on this a while back. This cropped up on Twitter the other day. Almost moistens the eye. You can see my house from there. Not only does that bring memories of growing up in the shadow of the Vic. but also the training pitch we used to sneak through the fence to play on using the old Mitre caseys that players left for us (usually in a bunch of weeds in the left hand corner as you look at the photo) and the relaxing sound of clanking from the train yard that carried on the wind. Also see my old Infant/Junior school too, St Peter's, which is right up against the Boothen End wall. |
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Post by dirtclod on Jan 4, 2021 21:59:22 GMT
There was a great thread on this a while back. This cropped up on Twitter the other day. Almost moistens the eye. You can see my house from there. Not only does that bring memories of growing up in the shadow of the Vic. but also the training pitch we used to sneak through the fence to play on using the old Mitre caseys that players left for us (usually in a bunch of weeds in the left hand corner as you look at the photo) and the relaxing sound of clanking from the train yard that carried on the wind. Also see my old Infant/Junior school too, St Peter's, which is right up against the Boothen End wall. I could read posts like this all day. That's REAL history (Which I'm a sucker for every time) |
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Post by ab61 on Jan 4, 2021 22:27:29 GMT
Bought my first house on Penkhull Terrace, Penkhull. We first viewed the house at night. When we went upstairs and looked out of the main bedroom window must have been a reserve game on or something happening as the sky was lit up by the floodlights at the old Vic. It was like a love match made in heaven.
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Post by xchpotter on Jan 4, 2021 22:49:42 GMT
Bought my first house on Penkhull Terrace, Penkhull. We first viewed the house at night. When we went upstairs and looked out of the main bedroom window must have been a reserve game on or something happening as the sky was lit up by the floodlights at the old Vic. It was like a love match made in heaven. Ah, night time flood lights. The ground seemed to take on an almost celestial appearance, especially if it was misty as well. The smell of the burger vans, the lottery of getting your feet wet negotiating the car park in darkness not knowing if you were stepping into a water filled pothole that was an inch deep or six inches deep. Happy and nostalgic days indeed. |
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Post by OldStokie on Jan 5, 2021 11:59:30 GMT
Another fabulous and iconic photo. Thanks. Wouldn't surprise me if they weren't Micky Pejic's sheep. Probably herded them up to fatten them for market from his place up in the hills. Something Micky would do. OS. im sure i read once regarding that photo oldstokie,the sheep belonged to a director at the time.Didnt Pej take the blown down Butler street roof home for firewood i think he said he did mate Now you mention a director owning the sheep it stirs a memmory in me that you're right. As for Micky Pej taking the old roof home, it's something he would do. One of my favourite characters is Pej. Those buggers from up in the hills never miss a chance of a freebie. Wouldn't surprise me if he didn't get old Les Oakes to give him a hand. OS. |
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Post by OldStokie on Jan 5, 2021 12:29:33 GMT
Bought my first house on Penkhull Terrace, Penkhull. We first viewed the house at night. When we went upstairs and looked out of the main bedroom window must have been a reserve game on or something happening as the sky was lit up by the floodlights at the old Vic. It was like a love match made in heaven. Ah, night time flood lights. The ground seemed to take on an almost celestial appearance, especially if it was misty as well. The smell of the burger vans, the lottery of getting your feet wet negotiating the car park in darkness not knowing if you were stepping into a water filled pothole that was an inch deep or six inches deep. Happy and nostalgic days indeed. Great stuff. We always came in from the Whieldon Road side and had to negotiate those massive puddles. Loads of laughing when someone stood in a deep one. I can see the fans now trying to dance their way through them. Floodlights on a frosty night guiding us to The Boothen End; the clicks of the turnstiles; hot Bovrils, and then always to your favourite place and a battle to stop latecomers trying to muscle in on a place you'd defended for half an hour. Then, when we'd scored, mayhem trying to find your place again after you'd been pushed five yards away from where you were. But it was always great fun. We had a couple of deaf and dumb blokes who stood near us. They never stopped doing sign language all through the game. When my lad was young I used to take a milk crate with us that he could stand on. At the turnstiles... blokes picking up their kids so they didn't have to pay for them. The blokes on the turnstiles never batted an eyelid and clicked them through. When I was a kid of about ten a big gang of us used to walk from The Meir to the ground. One day we took Buster, the gangdog with us and sneaked him in. We all jumped over the wall at the front of The Boothen and sat on the red ash in front of it. Flid cars up the corners... kids on the red ash. We put a scarf on Buster and sat him in the middle of us with a short rope tied around his leather collar. Amazing when I think about it but not a soul came and told us to take him out. Even the players were giggling at us when there was a corner being taken. We only did it the once, but you have to try something once in your life. Then the long walk back home singing our heads off when we won. Fabulous times. OS. |
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Post by xchpotter on Jan 5, 2021 13:26:18 GMT
Ah, night time flood lights. The ground seemed to take on an almost celestial appearance, especially if it was misty as well. The smell of the burger vans, the lottery of getting your feet wet negotiating the car park in darkness not knowing if you were stepping into a water filled pothole that was an inch deep or six inches deep. Happy and nostalgic days indeed. Great stuff. We always came in from the Whieldon Road side and had to negotiate those massive puddles. Loads of laughing when someone stood in a deep one. I can see the fans now trying to dance their way through them. Floodlights on a frosty night guiding us to The Boothen End; the clicks of the turnstiles; hot Bovrils, and then always to your favourite place and a battle to stop latecomers trying to muscle in on a place you'd defended for half an hour. Then, when we'd scored, mayhem trying to find your place again after you'd been pushed five yards away from where you were. But it was always great fun. We had a couple of deaf and dumb blokes who stood near us. They never stopped doing sign language all through the game. When my lad was young I used to take a milk crate with us that he could stand on. At the turnstiles... blokes picking up their kids so they didn't have to pay for them. The blokes on the turnstiles never batted an eyelid and clicked them through. When I was a kid of about ten a big gang of us used to walk from The Meir to the ground. One day we took Buster, the gangdog with us and sneaked him in. We all jumped over the wall at the front of The Boothen and sat on the red ash in front of it. Flid cars up the corners... kids on the red ash. We put a scarf on Buster and sat him in the middle of us with a short rope tied around his leather collar. Amazing when I think about it but not a soul came and told us to take him out. Even the players were giggling at us when there was a corner being taken. We only did it the once, but you have to try something once in your life. Then the long walk back home singing our heads off when we won. Fabulous times. OS. Yep, I used to come in from the Whieldon Rd end on midweek games when I got a lift to Heron Cross and remember the bloke selling Bulldog for the NF under the bridges. I thought he was a comic seller until my dad told me what he stood for.😂😂 I also came from The Meir and had a choice on Saturdays depending on which mates could make the game of the PMT bus from Meir Square or the Beresfords bus from Caverswall Square. I preferred the PMT one as you knew it was going to come and there was less chance of it breaking down.😂😂 I remember in the colder, dark months being unable to see out of either bus due to the condensation on the windows and cigarette smoke they were that rammed. It would be a COVID death zone now.😂😂 Started my experience in the Butler Street Paddock with family before progressing to The Boothen End with my mates. Just happy, happy times when my only cares were around SCFC. |
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Post by Caerwrangonpotter on Jan 5, 2021 13:39:18 GMT
Love this thread....PLEASE.....!!!!! More Vic photos !!!!!!
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Post by PotterLog on Jan 5, 2021 15:07:41 GMT
There was a great thread on this a while back. This cropped up on Twitter the other day. Almost moistens the eye. I used to regularly walk home pissed from Stoke or Hanley along the D road with a mate or two in the wee hours... on more than one occasion we took a little detour to sneak into the Brit site at around that stage of construction and run around on the pitch or in the stands and changing rooms.  |
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