Yes, that kind school moment ensures a fond memory, just as Archie Moore's (unusual in my experience) crabby moment has lived with you over that unjust detention.
I don't think Fez did economics. His "unpopularity" was more like suspicion. He seemed to enjoy smacking boy's bottoms. So, there was a kind of homophobia, from which I was immune as I'd worked out I was gay even though I didn't know what it was. Now, Spike was a lovely man. His son was my best mate through junior school - Spike used to drive us to home games at Saltergate, he was a big Town fan. Jock Hetherington was a good bloke, but my most unforgettable memory of him would make you laugh. He looked after the school football team at U-14 I think it was. He was obsessed with the wearing of shin pads and would line up all 22 of us before every practice game to check. He would go along the line kicking every shin. One week my pads got nicked in the changing room. I couldn't ask my dad to buy me some more, so I stood there and had to take two kicks without flinching and give the game away. The following week I improvised with Readers Digests down my socks. They worked, but then I had to play in them ..... and that went on for weeks and weeks until I got some more pads!
As for Bill Glister - a terrifying man, never saw him smile. He never gave me any reason to fear him, but still I did. I think it was the end of the 5th Form for me when we upped sticks for Brookside.
And now here is a horrifying confession for you Salts. I was once slippered by Alf. The news is he wasn't even good at that.
Played cricket for years. I've even won batting averages, but I could NEVER manage a decent cover drive. I could play straight and every leg-side shot was in my repertoire, but the offside tended to be quick singles only.
I don't think Fez did economics. His "unpopularity" was more like suspicion. He seemed to enjoy smacking boy's bottoms. So, there was a kind of homophobia, from which I was immune as I'd worked out I was gay even though I didn't know what it was. Now, Spike was a lovely man. His son was my best mate through junior school - Spike used to drive us to home games at Saltergate, he was a big Town fan. Jock Hetherington was a good bloke, but my most unforgettable memory of him would make you laugh. He looked after the school football team at U-14 I think it was. He was obsessed with the wearing of shin pads and would line up all 22 of us before every practice game to check. He would go along the line kicking every shin. One week my pads got nicked in the changing room. I couldn't ask my dad to buy me some more, so I stood there and had to take two kicks without flinching and give the game away. The following week I improvised with Readers Digests down my socks. They worked, but then I had to play in them ..... and that went on for weeks and weeks until I got some more pads!
As for Bill Glister - a terrifying man, never saw him smile. He never gave me any reason to fear him, but still I did. I think it was the end of the 5th Form for me when we upped sticks for Brookside.
And now here is a horrifying confession for you Salts. I was once slippered by Alf. The news is he wasn't even good at that.
Played cricket for years. I've even won batting averages, but I could NEVER manage a decent cover drive. I could play straight and every leg-side shot was in my repertoire, but the offside tended to be quick singles only.