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Post by davejohnno1 on Jul 19, 2020 7:27:15 GMT
We didn't do anything for them. We did it for ourselves. The fortunes of stoke city and west brom have tended to follow each other over the last 20 years so if they go up this season, we'll probably do so next season.
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Post by crouchpotato1 on Jul 19, 2020 7:48:56 GMT
That Banbury baggie post on there is brilliant mate😄
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Post by Gunslinger on Jul 19, 2020 10:04:15 GMT
Fantastic reading! Loved this one: "Seems like we all had our distractions yesterday. I painted two (not one, two!) sheds just to free my mind".
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Post by Cast no shadow on Jul 19, 2020 10:34:10 GMT
We didn't do anything for them. We did it for ourselves. The fortunes of stoke city and west brom have tended to follow each other over the last 20 years so if they go up this season, we'll probably do so next season. Hardly, if they do go up, that'll be the 5th time in 19 years.
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Post by davejohnno1 on Jul 19, 2020 12:51:10 GMT
We didn't do anything for them. We did it for ourselves. The fortunes of stoke city and west brom have tended to follow each other over the last 20 years so if they go up this season, we'll probably do so next season. Hardly, if they do go up, that'll be the 5th time in 19 years. We've rarely been in different divisions over last 25 years
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Post by lordb on Jul 19, 2020 13:25:16 GMT
Hardly, if they do go up, that'll be the 5th time in 19 years. We've rarely been in different divisions over last 25 years I find it weird when Stoke City, West Bromwich Albion and Sunderland aren't all in the same division
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Post by palerider on Jul 19, 2020 13:28:04 GMT
I find it wierd that baggie and stoke fans are having a mini love in,
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Post by OldStokie on Jul 19, 2020 18:59:11 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS.
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Post by Macari on Jul 19, 2020 19:41:57 GMT
What a great post OS, having a mate like that makes you truly blessed, a had a tear in my eye reading that, cheers for sharing! 🍺
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Post by PotterLog on Jul 19, 2020 20:22:18 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. Brilliant stuff OS. Got good Albion mates myself and always had a soft spot for them too, in a friendly rivalry sort of way. Always felt they were just about the most similar club to us in the whole country, in many respects. That said I’ll still have a chuckle if they manage to mess it up this year 😁
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2020 20:36:41 GMT
I still think could be one more twist in this yet.
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Post by murphthesurf on Jul 19, 2020 21:13:30 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. You are a very rare thing, OS --- someone whose posts are ALWAYS absolutely wonderful, and always so accurate and so wise. If the Sennell* had any sense they'd give you a weekly column.(*Translation if out-of-the-area: Staffordshire Evening Sentinel, Stoke-on-Trent's main newspaper - allegedly! )
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Post by norman conquest on Jul 19, 2020 21:14:13 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. One of the best posts ive read on here in years, thanks for sharing.
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Post by BristolMick on Jul 19, 2020 21:30:06 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. Not often we can say the words “beautiful post” on here OS but that was a beautiful post. BM
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Post by silsdenstokie on Jul 19, 2020 21:46:53 GMT
Never minded them myself
The Hawthorns is probably my favourite away ground
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Post by davethebass on Jul 19, 2020 21:47:49 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. In these strange times, I've honestly got more hope for the world after reading that post, thank you for that. Got a tear in my eye as well now
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Post by RF10 on Jul 19, 2020 21:49:18 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. Truly fantastic.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 19, 2020 21:59:36 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. We all knew where it was going but to a man we all read it to the end. 👍
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Post by AlbertTatlock on Jul 19, 2020 22:18:36 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. Soppy soft twat! Gouranga.
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Post by CalgaryPotter on Jul 19, 2020 22:32:02 GMT
How can you not love a team that has given us so many points?
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Post by felonious on Jul 20, 2020 6:24:58 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. Well that made clicking back on to this thread well worth it
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Post by elystokie on Jul 20, 2020 9:44:08 GMT
I live a couple of miles from the Hawthorns. Bumped into a few Baggies fan in the pub and haven't bought a drink since. Had the same experience when we met some Birmingham City fans in Brean Sands after our play off final in Cardiff. And that was just for breaking a dressing room curse
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Post by Pretty Little Boother on Jul 20, 2020 10:15:55 GMT
They're alright, Baggies are. I like them.
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Post by spiderpuss on Jul 20, 2020 10:21:22 GMT
I hear Smethwick is planning to erect a statue of Michael O'Neill.
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Post by OldStokie on Jul 20, 2020 10:37:59 GMT
Thanks for the kind words lads. As Albert says, I'm a 'Soppy soft twat!' at times. That's because I've long since learned that if you don't speak from the heart then you really have little, meaningful, to say. Boothen Ender Bill and Jimeye are just two best buddies I've mentioned via The Oatcake medium one way or another, but there's a few who use this board who I've met personally (you know who you are... or were) who fit the OS best buddy test. I even have my own personal minder in the shape of 'greyman', and if I ever needed anything that my son couldn't arrange, a phone call to RAF would get me anything I ask for. Then there's Daftbugger if I need a laugh, and Para is the one who can bring me down to earth with one of his famous one-liners. And then there's the late lamented Winger who I loved like a son. There are more. As I say, they'll know who they are. Which brings us to those who use this board. Behind the crap and bullshit that's spouted, there'll be some brilliant and really lovely people if you ever get the chance to meet them in real life. And so endeth psalm 27 of the OS bible. I could tell you more about the things me and Jimeye got up to, but I might have to kill you if I did. Carry on guys and come on you Baggies! Someone mentioned earlier that we have a symbiotic relationship with them. We seem to follow them up and down the leagues like identical twins so you'd better get behind them and roar them on to get promoted. You can then guarantee that we'll follow them next season. OS.
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Post by AlliG on Jul 20, 2020 11:32:13 GMT
Despite West Brom being our oldest rivals and the team we have played the most often I can't say I have ever really found any great reason to dislike them. (Maybe because over the years we have generally a good home record against them) It might be because over the years they have always had players who seemed really decent blokes. Back in the 60s there was Quiz Ball (one for the oldies ) regular, keeper John Osborne, wing half/inside forward Tony Brown (574 games/218 goals), Jeff Astle (even to the days when he used to sing on Fantasy Football), goalkeeper Jim Cumbes one of the last professional footballer/cricketers, Cyrille Regis and plenty of others. The nicknames, The Throstles, The Baggies just seemed like "proper" nicknames. Back in the day when you would pick a Cup Final team I chose West Brom to win possibly the worst ever FA Cup final in 1968, though I did have a chuckle when they threw away a 2-0 lead to lose 3-2 to QPR in the 1967 League Cup Final in the match that introduced Rodney Marsh to the wider footballing world. Even the day we got tonked when Keith Bertschin scored a late "consolation" goal and ran the length of the field to celebrate, meant I left the ground with more of a smile on my face than I really should. There was Denis's last game when we beat them 3-0 to stay up and send Leeds down. Even our record score (10-3) was against West Brom. Then when the Baggies fans got a bit above themselves and looked down on our style of football, only losing once in about 30 games just made their antipathy rather sweet. From 1988 to 1997 I worked in Wolverhampton where I teamed up with 2 really decent Baggies fans against the locals. In later years one of them went on to become a senior member of management in the company but twice a year, no matter where he was based, we would have a mickey taking exchange of emails. I can imagine the look on his face, the groan of despair and the "not again" when Ryan Shotton kicked the ball out of Fosters' hands to score his last minute winner.
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Post by str8outtahampton on Jul 20, 2020 13:10:02 GMT
Have to admit that I have a really soft spot for The Baggies. One of my very best buddies was a Baggies fan. I used to go to The Hawthornes as his guest and he came to The Vic as mine for many years. His name was Jimmy but he's still known affectionately in my family as Jimeye. A bit about Jimeye. He was born in Oldbury in 1941 and spent most of his life until he was about 17 in and out of children's homes and staying with foster carers. Some of the shit he went through would make headlines today in the tabloids. Feral as a rabid dog he was. I was feral but he made me look like a pampered pooch. We met when we were 19 and worked at a trucking company in Marchington. We did all nights, carrying coal from North Derbyshire to the coking plant at Saltley in Brum. It was a crazy time. Think of the film 'Hell Drivers' and you get an idea of what went on. Jimeye was living with a wench from Ucheter and quite often you'd see us tipping up a load of pinched coal outside their house at 3 o'clock in the morning. (We made more out of selling coal than we did from our driver's pay.) Whatever. It all came to an end when we went to clock on and the boss said Jimeye was sacked because he'd left his truck with a flat tyre when we knocked off that morning. Naturally, if Jimeye was sacked then so was I. We both buggered off in my two-tone Mk1 Zephyr Zodiac, laughing our heads off and went and did other stupid things together. And that friendship lasted all our lives. But why am I telling you this? It's because when the final whistle blew against Brentford, after I'd got over the exhaustion and relief that we'd finally done it, my thoughts turned to the lifeline we'd given to The Baggies. The night before when I saw they'd lost, I was dejected. I knew how my mate Jimeye would have been feeling. He's been dead 10 years and more now, but because he lived and breathed his beloved football club as much as I do mine, I really felt for him as if he was still with me. His team was my team and my team was his team, And Jeff Astle was also my hero because he was Jimeye's hero. This is what happens when you have mates who would walk over red hot coals for you. Anyway, I went round my lad's and we were discussing our win. Then there was a knowing grin between us. We're telepathic at times. We both giggled and I said, "Jimeye." Both our eyes were a bit misty for a short while. So, come on you Throstles! Don't you dare let Jimeye down now! OS. Superb post. Beautifully told. Mysteriously, I found a piece of grit had lodged itself in my eye. You should put it on one of the WBA boards. One question - who in Hell Drivers were you and Jimeye? I am guessing Stanley Baker and Herbert Lom. Surely not Patrick McGoohan...?
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Post by Lesalanos on Jul 20, 2020 13:28:30 GMT
Thanks for the kind words lads. As Albert says, I'm a 'Soppy soft twat!' at times. That's because I've long since learned that if you don't speak from the heart then you really have little, meaningful, to say. Boothen Ender Bill and Jimeye are just two best buddies I've mentioned via The Oatcake medium one way or another, but there's a few who use this board who I've met personally (you know who you are... or were) who fit the OS best buddy test. I even have my own personal minder in the shape of 'greyman', and if I ever needed anything that my son couldn't arrange, a phone call to RAF would get me anything I ask for. Then there's Daftbugger if I need a laugh, and Para is the one who can bring me down to earth with one of his famous one-liners. And then there's the late lamented Winger who I loved like a son. There are more. As I say, they'll know who they are. Which brings us to those who use this board. Behind the crap and bullshit that's spouted, there'll be some brilliant and really lovely people if you ever get the chance to meet them in real life. And so endeth psalm 27 of the OS bible. I could tell you more about the things me and Jimeye got up to, but I might have to kill you if I did. Carry on guys and come on you Baggies! Someone mentioned earlier that we have a symbiotic relationship with them. We seem to follow them up and down the leagues like identical twins so you'd better get behind them and roar them on to get promoted. You can then guarantee that we'll follow them next season. OS. Great post OS, my best mate is a Baggies fan too, i’ve always liked them, very similar to us, down to earth honest fans, albeit think they’re west Brazil at times😊
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Post by clintonbaptiste on Jul 20, 2020 13:48:03 GMT
I have no ill feeling to the baggies and always seen them as similar club to us, especially after some epic games during the 90's, last game at the iv too.......Wolves on the otherhand Having said that, I'd love to see Brentford make it to the PL, they've been fantastic this season and are a good club.
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Post by cerebralstokie on Jul 20, 2020 13:52:43 GMT
Thanks for the kind words lads. As Albert says, I'm a 'Soppy soft twat!' at times. That's because I've long since learned that if you don't speak from the heart then you really have little, meaningful, to say. Boothen Ender Bill and Jimeye are just two best buddies I've mentioned via The Oatcake medium one way or another, but there's a few who use this board who I've met personally (you know who you are... or were) who fit the OS best buddy test. I even have my own personal minder in the shape of 'greyman', and if I ever needed anything that my son couldn't arrange, a phone call to RAF would get me anything I ask for. Then there's Daftbugger if I need a laugh, and Para is the one who can bring me down to earth with one of his famous one-liners. And then there's the late lamented Winger who I loved like a son. There are more. As I say, they'll know who they are. Which brings us to those who use this board. Behind the crap and bullshit that's spouted, there'll be some brilliant and really lovely people if you ever get the chance to meet them in real life. And so endeth psalm 27 of the OS bible. I could tell you more about the things me and Jimeye got up to, but I might have to kill you if I did. Carry on guys and come on you Baggies! Someone mentioned earlier that we have a symbiotic relationship with them. We seem to follow them up and down the leagues like identical twins so you'd better get behind them and roar them on to get promoted. You can then guarantee that we'll follow them next season. OS. Great post OS, my best mate is a Baggies fan too, i’ve always liked them, very similar to us, down to earth honest fans, albeit think they’re west Brazil at times😊 That (West Brazil) was under Tony Mowbray. Baggies fans adored him for the expansive football they played - though it cost them at times
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