18-09-2020, 20:44
In order of appearance, not importance
Town v West Ham in the FA Cup. We didn't just beat West Ham, we (well big Frank and a little help from his mates) beat England - but what pissed me off was I wasn't there. Me mam decided to drag me off to L666s to buy me a new coat. Me dad took me two brothers, a Shayman til he dies and another that could give a toss about football at the time. Then he pretended to support Man U because they won something.
L666s v Town in the League Cup - even though I was stood in their end or side, stuffed me scarf down me pants and just tutted loudly when we scored. Think me and me mates were sussed but nowt nasty happened. We weren't the only ones that got pissed off trying to get in the tiny away bit they gave us with a couple of turnstiles. Not sure how many times I've been to the Skip (not many) since but the shit that went on afterwards outside didn't encourage us to book tickets too often.
Hereford v Town - the own goal from the half-way line by the Right Reverend Peter Hart, recently of the Parish of Walsall, who still cringes every time he's reminded of it, was a peach. I can't remember any of Town's goals in that game to be honest. Just Buxton telling us all to go home to celebrate at Leeds road.
Town 2-1 Scunny - goals 99 and 100, or was it 100 and 101? Who cares? We celebrated on a nervous night on The Terrace. We were finally winning something after the long slide down to almost oblivion.
Wemberlee, Wemberlee v Reading.
Yes I'd been fortunate enough to see us there (in t'old Wemberlee) before. We lost in the AutoGlass Final v Swansea. I'd just moved to Canada when Warnock took us there again and won promotion. I was dying to sneak back for the play-off final back in 95 but if my mum had heard I'd been back for the weekend and not gone back up north to see her - life would not have been worth living. 3 years ago - new job, Town getting into the Prima Donna League. You couldn't wipe the smile off my face for months.
All gone to hell in a hand-cart since mind but live for the victories, sod the defeats.
Town v West Ham in the FA Cup. We didn't just beat West Ham, we (well big Frank and a little help from his mates) beat England - but what pissed me off was I wasn't there. Me mam decided to drag me off to L666s to buy me a new coat. Me dad took me two brothers, a Shayman til he dies and another that could give a toss about football at the time. Then he pretended to support Man U because they won something.
L666s v Town in the League Cup - even though I was stood in their end or side, stuffed me scarf down me pants and just tutted loudly when we scored. Think me and me mates were sussed but nowt nasty happened. We weren't the only ones that got pissed off trying to get in the tiny away bit they gave us with a couple of turnstiles. Not sure how many times I've been to the Skip (not many) since but the shit that went on afterwards outside didn't encourage us to book tickets too often.
Hereford v Town - the own goal from the half-way line by the Right Reverend Peter Hart, recently of the Parish of Walsall, who still cringes every time he's reminded of it, was a peach. I can't remember any of Town's goals in that game to be honest. Just Buxton telling us all to go home to celebrate at Leeds road.
Town 2-1 Scunny - goals 99 and 100, or was it 100 and 101? Who cares? We celebrated on a nervous night on The Terrace. We were finally winning something after the long slide down to almost oblivion.
Wemberlee, Wemberlee v Reading.
Yes I'd been fortunate enough to see us there (in t'old Wemberlee) before. We lost in the AutoGlass Final v Swansea. I'd just moved to Canada when Warnock took us there again and won promotion. I was dying to sneak back for the play-off final back in 95 but if my mum had heard I'd been back for the weekend and not gone back up north to see her - life would not have been worth living. 3 years ago - new job, Town getting into the Prima Donna League. You couldn't wipe the smile off my face for months.
All gone to hell in a hand-cart since mind but live for the victories, sod the defeats.
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“In the best pubs, you can spend entire afternoons deep in refreshment without a care in the world.”