Post by kernowstokie1 on Feb 20, 2016 13:37:53 GMT
I remember that game for another reason. During the war my Grandparents had a miner lodging with them from the t'other Newcastle as he had been sent to work in the Stoke coalmines. After the war he returned up north and kept in touch with our family. On a rare away trip to Newcastle in the 1960s we went to visit him after the match in Wallsend, the usual banter took place and his parting words to me were wait until my Blythe Spartans meet your Stoke City in the cup, then we'll see who comes out on top. He died in the early seventies so never saw that game, I watched it from the old Stoke End and after the game even though we had lost. I couldn't help smiling and looking to the Heavens and saying "OK you old bugger, well done to you and your team "
Post by Mr_DaftBurger on Feb 20, 2016 13:59:41 GMT
This was the time, in my Stoke supporting life, when I started to doubt we were by far the greatest team the world has ever seen. Shudder indeed! Season tickets and scarfs littering the Boothen End. Shocking!
I was a young lad of 14, living in Inverness. When that score came through the radio in my mates attic, we were playing darts and listening to ELO's Mr. Blue.
The memory is as vivid today as it was at the time...total shame, and the knowledge that I was going to be verbally arse-raped by all my Scottish-team-supporting mates for years to come. the reality was that they forgot about it soon enough but it took me about 3 years to start to enjoy the bloody FA cup again.
Confront your fears they say...so here's a bit of Mr. Blue...ELO's finest.
I remember a load of Stoke fans throwing their scarves in the canal. It was such a disaster, there was even more of a difference then between league and non league. They really were a team of painters and decorators