you started going in 66? Then you were DEFINITELY way too old to have that perverted avatar for so long
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Weeknights it was impossible to find out the results unless someone at the game called you. I remember one season I'd had a big bet with a gooner at school that QPR would finish above them in the league. I was so sure, I gave him far too generous odds. From then on till the end of the season QPR could hardly get a point. The last game of the season? QPR playing Goons midweek. one point separating them. He found out the result and gleefully told me to get the dosh ready next morning. I was sick to my stomach with working out how to get the money together. Next morning I picked up the paper in a daze and saw that QPR had done enough to finish ahead of them. Bastard!!
I also remember going to matches and if you waited at your end station long enough you could get the Evening News footie section with all the write ups of the London matches.
I was away at Uni in Scotland, and my parents would cut out the match reports and stick them in the post with their weekly letter. When Spurs got to the FA cup final, it was on at exactly the same time as the Scottish Cup final, you had to drive down to Berwick to find a pub telly showing us.
l remember that news black out in the 70's .
I would be sent down to the newsagent on Saturday about 6.30 to wait for the evening news to arrive .A small crowd had gathered and we would all wait just to read the match reports .
Your only news was Grandstands 1 minute report around 4.55 and maybe the game would be shown on Match of the day .
That was it , if you missed those segments you had it . No radio football chat shows , absolutely nothing .
Teletext seemed revolutionary when it arrived in the early 90s ?
Up to the late 90s l can still remember hordes of men gathering in city centre Currys , Rumbelows , Dixon's etc . Pretending to look interested in the Tv's but just really waiting for scorelines to appear at the bottom of the screen .
We did walk in darkness but it was normal to us .
I have just dug out my old programes.
Pride of place is Bristol Rovers away (18th March 1978) which i got signed in the White Hart after the coach got back to Tottenham.
Neil McNabb. Terry Naylor. Ian Moores & Peter Taylor
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Mansfield away (25th March 1978)
Steve Perryman. Colin Lee & Glenn Hoddle & one other which i simply cannot recall. Looks like Keith Osgood but im not sure he was in the team or even on the bench. Maybe he travelled? Dunno.
Pride of place is Bristol Rovers away (18th March 1978) which i got signed in the White Hart after the coach got back to Tottenham.
Neil McNabb. Terry Naylor. Ian Moores & Peter Taylor
&
Mansfield away (25th March 1978)
Steve Perryman. Colin Lee & Glenn Hoddle & one other which i simply cannot recall. Looks like Keith Osgood but im not sure he was in the team or even on the bench. Maybe he travelled? Dunno.
I was certain that this was common knowledge on this forum, not that
Blanchflower
mentions it a lot. Fairly sure there was a thread or part of one on it.Thought it was up there with where
jimmyriggle
lives, Carlos Brigante’s golden folder, and Maria’s topless photo. (One for the old ‘uns on here).
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Get ready for a Blizzard of Funnies, Agrees and Likes on all your (brilliant of course) posts
While we frantically go around deleting all the Disagrees that we might have stupidly hit you with in the past
:hugoshock:
(PS - Got any spares for Chavski away???)
Cannot argue with that...his record as a striker speaks for itself.
My favourite ever duo up front for us
I was privileged to have watched them on numerous occasions
The ‘G’ men!
My old man was a regular from the double season on. Used to walk down with his mates. Managed to sneak off school for some of the afternoon matches (once he got a tap on his shoulders and turned round to find some of his teachers behind him, thought he was in trouble but they just told him to keep it quiet as the teachers had bunked off school too)
He was there when we beat Wednesday to win the league (if I've got that right) and claims he was on the pitch afterwards with everyone else.
Trouble is when your first team does the double it's all downhill from there, he's definitely got higher expectations than me for players. None of the later teams were up to that standard. Always goes on about Cliff Jones and his headers.
He was there when we beat Wednesday to win the league (if I've got that right) and claims he was on the pitch afterwards with everyone else.
Trouble is when your first team does the double it's all downhill from there, he's definitely got higher expectations than me for players. None of the later teams were up to that standard. Always goes on about Cliff Jones and his headers.
Think it was Terry Dyson (or one of the legends), used to go out with a girl that lived near my mum and dad in Shoreditch.
They used to see him waiting outside her house, imagine that now lol
Football was so so real back then .
They used to see him waiting outside her house, imagine that now lol
Football was so so real back then .
Do you think so? I think defending has got better ,and as you said fitness.But the skillful players back then had to contend with wearing boots that were nowhere near as comfortable as today,and kicking a ball that (especially when wet) was like toe punting a cannon ball.Go back a few years before that,and the boots were like drill boots.
I sometimes think we don't give some of them old players the credit they deserve.
I was a child / teen through the sixties so the memories are not that great ...
Totally different from today, this was a boys outing. I would go with my dad and his mate who had a son same age as me, as time went on us kids would go with one or other parent, when work didn't allow both of them to go. Eventually we started going alone and we kept doing that until he sadly left us. We lived about a mile apart on seven sisters road, that doesn't sound far but meant different schools and social groups, so it set a pattern, in over forty years we only ever met up for football, looking back that's pretty weird.
The day was always the same we would walk to their house which was closer to the ground, normally this would be after lunch at home, but sometimes we'd lunch at their place, or very rarely have a meal in a cafe. Don't ever recall going in a pub with my dad until I was much older, having a few drinks before the game was just not a thing.
We would arrive at the ground at about 2pm, we were amongst the early arrivals and it was cash at the turnstile (the odd bunk over certainly happened for us kids although my dad always denied this) the two of us kids headed to the East Stand lower tier by the big entrance to the pitch, we tried to stand just to the left of that not right at the bottom because of the lakes of piss but petty low down, dad went on the shelf in the South East corner (where I ended up a ST holder for nearly 40 years)
If it rained we got wet, if it was sunny we got hot, it was always crowded but the surging wasn't to bad, still remember getting squashed on a regular basis ... around us were the same faces, all male, every single game, that hardly changed even from year to year, in fact if someone was missing you noticed it right away.
Have to be honest the games and the players all kinda blur together, Mullery stands out and of course Gilzean and Greaves because of the goals, like so many of us kids Mackay was my hero, I remember hearing about his leg break and crying ... both times ... when he came back he was our god ....
I do recall we never knew what was happening in other matches, not sure if we had an old style scoreboard that I couldn't see or we just didn't know ... Sports Service on Network Three was how we got our news, later to become Sport on 2 from the start of the 70's ...
In my hazy recollections the away fans just don't register, I certainly never went away for league games until the 70's, there were few if any police, few if any women, no real drinking and we didn't bother with the toilets, down the front we all had a newspaper or comic we rolled up ...
It was crowded, dirty, unsanitary but in my hazy old git memory it was feckin' brilliant.
Totally different from today, this was a boys outing. I would go with my dad and his mate who had a son same age as me, as time went on us kids would go with one or other parent, when work didn't allow both of them to go. Eventually we started going alone and we kept doing that until he sadly left us. We lived about a mile apart on seven sisters road, that doesn't sound far but meant different schools and social groups, so it set a pattern, in over forty years we only ever met up for football, looking back that's pretty weird.
The day was always the same we would walk to their house which was closer to the ground, normally this would be after lunch at home, but sometimes we'd lunch at their place, or very rarely have a meal in a cafe. Don't ever recall going in a pub with my dad until I was much older, having a few drinks before the game was just not a thing.
We would arrive at the ground at about 2pm, we were amongst the early arrivals and it was cash at the turnstile (the odd bunk over certainly happened for us kids although my dad always denied this) the two of us kids headed to the East Stand lower tier by the big entrance to the pitch, we tried to stand just to the left of that not right at the bottom because of the lakes of piss but petty low down, dad went on the shelf in the South East corner (where I ended up a ST holder for nearly 40 years)
If it rained we got wet, if it was sunny we got hot, it was always crowded but the surging wasn't to bad, still remember getting squashed on a regular basis ... around us were the same faces, all male, every single game, that hardly changed even from year to year, in fact if someone was missing you noticed it right away.
Have to be honest the games and the players all kinda blur together, Mullery stands out and of course Gilzean and Greaves because of the goals, like so many of us kids Mackay was my hero, I remember hearing about his leg break and crying ... both times ... when he came back he was our god ....
I do recall we never knew what was happening in other matches, not sure if we had an old style scoreboard that I couldn't see or we just didn't know ... Sports Service on Network Three was how we got our news, later to become Sport on 2 from the start of the 70's ...
In my hazy recollections the away fans just don't register, I certainly never went away for league games until the 70's, there were few if any police, few if any women, no real drinking and we didn't bother with the toilets, down the front we all had a newspaper or comic we rolled up ...
It was crowded, dirty, unsanitary but in my hazy old git memory it was feckin' brilliant.
"Like" is not good enough for that story. Thanks - excellent read.
I remember the papers reporting the transfers of Martin Harcourt Chivers, and Frank Landon Saul. Well posh . Great read, mate.
I saw an interview with Venables in "Spurs greatest ever team".
When he was a young lad Jimmy G used to pick him up on match days and take him to lunch. Venables, being young and trying to make a good impression, ordered boiled chicken and pasta. Jimmy ordered roast beef, yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, the lot.
Jimmy went out and scored a hattrick.
When he was a young lad Jimmy G used to pick him up on match days and take him to lunch. Venables, being young and trying to make a good impression, ordered boiled chicken and pasta. Jimmy ordered roast beef, yorkshire pudding, roast potatoes, the lot.
Jimmy went out and scored a hattrick.
