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Post by yellowsnowman on Jan 24, 2024 21:36:24 GMT
I was playing a gig at the Full Moon in castle the night of the Liverpool League Cup game. My pal showed up and told me the score while I was on stage, played the rest of the show in a right funk Brought me to tears watching us get battered 🤣🤣🤣 i was in school, still my excuse 😆. Never forget that shit.
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Post by Absolution on Jan 25, 2024 11:52:00 GMT
Well if four goals is the margin for a thrashing, then Super Jon Walters should be even more sheepish about that 4-0 loss to Chelsea. A game in which he scored two own goals, missed a penalty, and kicked the ball in his own face! Not sure any footballer has ever had a more disastrous day at the office. Smacking the ball in his own face was the least recalled but easily the most amusing of all his woes that day. Back to the thrashings though, my first experience of this was a League Cup game v Chelsea in October '74. It finished 6-2 for us, and literally my only memory of the game, other than the feeling of euphoria afterwards, was of a Chelsea player (probably Mickey Droy) lobbing the ball over his own keeper's head for one of our goals. Classic.
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Post by noustie on Jan 25, 2024 12:18:07 GMT
I remember Lads n Dads days we had a not bad side and think we finished quite high up. I was keeper at start of the season but someone brought their mate who was much better than me so I was basically sub thereafter unless we were a few short.
One week it was freezing, windy, absolutely pissing down 45 degree frozen rain and we just had 11. The other side were wank and only had 9 or 10 from memory and were one of few sides in plain green so always stuck with me for some reason. We won something like 10-0 but I've never enjoyed a game of football less - I played left back and never touched it once. The entirety of my involvement was standing on the half way line then swapping sides at half time.
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Post by Staffsoatcake on Jan 25, 2024 14:26:07 GMT
Didn't we lose to WBA around 67/68 by 5 & 6 at their place for two seasons running,I was there for both,or is my memory deceiving me?
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Post by baconburger on Jan 25, 2024 16:50:13 GMT
i remember the 7-0 loss very vivdly sky had just launched sky 3d and had kitted some pubs out with 3d tv's and glasses to show it off my glasses got left in my pint pot at full time It was the game where a certain ginger forward flashed Pulis the V’s. Did he ever play for us again?
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Post by flea79 on Jan 25, 2024 16:52:31 GMT
i remember the 7-0 loss very vivdly sky had just launched sky 3d and had kitted some pubs out with 3d tv's and glasses to show it off my glasses got left in my pint pot at full time It was the game where a certain ginger forward flashed Pulis the V’s. Did he ever play for us again? he had hardly played anyway as i remember and was basically working collecting bags of balls on match days following warm ups...
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Post by Goonie on Jan 25, 2024 20:53:55 GMT
Think the Swans might be on for one!
Defiled 5.0 at halftime lol 😂
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Post by marylandstoke on Jan 25, 2024 21:53:13 GMT
Joe Allen dislikes this thread.
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Post by PenkPonther on Jan 26, 2024 0:50:13 GMT
I remember Lads n Dads days we had a not bad side and think we finished quite high up. I was keeper at start of the season but someone brought their mate who was much better than me so I was basically sub thereafter unless we were a few short. One week it was freezing, windy, absolutely pissing down 45 degree frozen rain and we just had 11. The other side were wank and only had 9 or 10 from memory and were one of few sides in plain green so always stuck with me for some reason. We won something like 10-0 but I've never enjoyed a game of football less - I played left back and never touched it once. The entirety of my involvement was standing on the half way line then swapping sides at half time. My record defeat as a player was when me and my mates decided to form a 5-a-side team, despite having spent the most of the previous three years since Uni solidly drinking "John Smiths", and eating Balti Chicken Tikka Masala. We didn't realise how unfit we were, but I knew I was in real trouble 60 seconds into our first game, when I started to sweat heavily, and it smelled like pure mango chutney. Sure enough we got absolutely bummed, 23 goals to 3! 😮 But then a couple of years later, the roles were reversed; with us now the experienced side; playing against a team of newbies in their first ever competitive league game. They turned out to be a group of uncoordinated, morbidly obese, pony-tailed, bespectacled, computer-programming virgin-nerds; who rocked up for the game wearing Red Dwarf t-shirts, denim jeans and casual work shoes. We however were incredible, ruthless, and 31-0 up with seconds to play, when the referee decided to give them a consolation penalty; for a completely imaginary offence. Only for their striker, (a particularly Penn-Jillete-looking-motherf*cker), to stumble over the ball and miss it. So the ref dreamt up another infringement, but the useless twat missed it again. Cue more bullsh*t refereeing, to award a third attempt, which Fatty McF*ck finally scored; and promptly celebrated by raising his t-shirt over his head, like he'd won the f*cking World Cup! Still; great memories..! 🙂
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Post by PotterLog on Jan 26, 2024 1:40:02 GMT
I remember Lads n Dads days we had a not bad side and think we finished quite high up. I was keeper at start of the season but someone brought their mate who was much better than me so I was basically sub thereafter unless we were a few short. One week it was freezing, windy, absolutely pissing down 45 degree frozen rain and we just had 11. The other side were wank and only had 9 or 10 from memory and were one of few sides in plain green so always stuck with me for some reason. We won something like 10-0 but I've never enjoyed a game of football less - I played left back and never touched it once. The entirety of my involvement was standing on the half way line then swapping sides at half time. My record defeat as a player was when me and my mates decided to form a 5-a-side team, despite having spent the most of the previous three years since Uni solidly drinking "John Smiths", and eating Balti Chicken Tikka Masala. We didn't realise how unfit we were, but I knew I was in real trouble 60 seconds into our first game, when I started to sweat heavily, and it smelled like pure mango chutney. Sure enough we got absolutely bummed, 23 goals to 3! 😮 But then a couple of years later, the roles were reversed; with us now the experienced side; playing against a team of newbies in their first ever competitive league game. They turned out to be a group of uncoordinated, morbidly obese, pony-tailed, bespectacled, computer-programming virgin-nerds; who rocked up for the game wearing Red Dwarf t-shirts, denim jeans and casual work shoes. We however were incredible, ruthless, and 31-0 up with seconds to play, when the referee decided to give them a consolation penalty; for a completely imaginary offence. Only for their striker, (a particularly Penn-Jillete-looking-motherf*cker), to stumble over the ball and miss it. So the ref dreamt up another infringement, but the useless twat missed it again. Cue more bullsh*t refereeing, to award a third attempt, which Fatty McF*ck finally scored; and promptly celebrated by raising his t-shirt over his head, like he'd won the f*cking World Cup! Still; great memories..! 🙂 I once played in a real rag-tag Sunday league team in Leeds. We were pretty dreadful, losing was the norm and we’d scrape maybe three wins in a season when all the decent players turned up. However we were only the second-worst team in the league, and the worst team was a long, long way behind. While we were used to losing 3 and 4 nil, their defeats often ran into twenty goals.. they were so bad that when we beat them 18-0, it was their best result of the season 😂
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