23-10-2022, 20:11
Many a trip to Blackpool over the years and not just for football. Most of the football one's were day (or evening) trippers with the occasional weekender in St. Anne's.
Stood on that terrace when there was a rusty lid on it, stood on it when the lid was removed and it was falling apart, as the Blackpool fans let us know by lobbing bits of their terrace at us so we could help repair the bits that were crumbling under our feet. Eventually the whole terrace disappeared and we were shuffled into a cattle pen under the rusty roof of the nearest stand in that photo that finishes middle right. I believe that is now their main stand after redevelopment.
The next and last time I went they'd redeveloped two sides of the ground (nearest and left in the photo), the terrace had long gone, in fact it was long gone for many years before that end was also developed, and away fans were stuck on some scaffolding that replaced the Whitbread advert stand. If it rained, as soon as you got through the turnstile you were ankle deep in mud. If you turned left you could enjoy the chip van or the overflowing portaloos whilst standing on a few flagstones that were only shoe sole deep in mud. If you turned right you could try and find your seat whilst wearing shoes/boots that were now 2 sizes bigger than they were when you got out of the car in the car park behind. They were two sizes bigger again by the time you went for a pee and came back again.
The best part about trips to Blackpool was the journey home. By the time you reached Preston you knew you'd escaped.
Stood on that terrace when there was a rusty lid on it, stood on it when the lid was removed and it was falling apart, as the Blackpool fans let us know by lobbing bits of their terrace at us so we could help repair the bits that were crumbling under our feet. Eventually the whole terrace disappeared and we were shuffled into a cattle pen under the rusty roof of the nearest stand in that photo that finishes middle right. I believe that is now their main stand after redevelopment.
The next and last time I went they'd redeveloped two sides of the ground (nearest and left in the photo), the terrace had long gone, in fact it was long gone for many years before that end was also developed, and away fans were stuck on some scaffolding that replaced the Whitbread advert stand. If it rained, as soon as you got through the turnstile you were ankle deep in mud. If you turned left you could enjoy the chip van or the overflowing portaloos whilst standing on a few flagstones that were only shoe sole deep in mud. If you turned right you could try and find your seat whilst wearing shoes/boots that were now 2 sizes bigger than they were when you got out of the car in the car park behind. They were two sizes bigger again by the time you went for a pee and came back again.
The best part about trips to Blackpool was the journey home. By the time you reached Preston you knew you'd escaped.
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“In the best pubs, you can spend entire afternoons deep in refreshment without a care in the world.”
“In the best pubs, you can spend entire afternoons deep in refreshment without a care in the world.”