Daive521

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February 15 Listen son. I remember when Dixie used to knock Headers into the Gwladys Street net all the way from the Pier Head, and they weren't these fancy lightweight balls, no, they were proper casies with laces in them. When they got wet they turned into solid granite. I remember a sheffield United half-back cleared one of dixies shots off the line with his noggin, and his bloody head fell off! AND he didn't roll around on the floor like the dying swan like these poofs do nowadays! Of coarse, they had proper boots and shorts too, not these frilly satin knickers and slippers! If the goalie went down at Tommy lawton's feet, he came back up again with no teeth and a friendly sportsmanlike handshake. Oh aye, and these goalies are all mollycoddled by the ref thesedays. I remember Lawton completeing his hat-trick at Burnley once by barging the keeper into the net with his motorbike and sidecar! Did the linesman flag? Did he buggery! You only have to look at a keeper nowadays and he gets a free-kick. Heated pitches! Don't talk to me about heated pitches, some of the best I ever saw were on quagmire, I remember we were playing Sunderland, and we were camped on the edge of their box. Stein and Dunn had dug a trench on the edge of the penalty box, and Ted Sagar was mortaring the wearsiders goalie. Hot bleedin showers! In them days they were lucky if the Chairman and his board lined up and **** on them! (Like they still do at Man utd)!! a bit of broken glass and a few land-mines on the pitch didn't bother these lads. They would often lose a leg and still carry on hopping to recieve the wall-pass they had just played!These queers nowadays have the trainer on if a dog pisses on their foot. Gary Lineker fast! Listen, Dave hickson could take a corner, Go for a pint in the Winslow, and run into the middle to head his own cross in! Fit? They used to run to all home games from Bebington! and payed the trainer for the privilage! And they would still run rings round Wolves. Sheedy and Sharp. They wouldn't have even have made ball-boy! You call Whiteside hard? Joe Mercer used to eat six-inch nails, and fart them out at the ref for dissent! The games for tarts now!
F P McConville.
I'm sure you all recogniose this one! Usually stood in the Paddock, but in the Seventies, he stood on the Park end. (Before segregation) Usually seen with a flat cap, pakamak and a pipe, or else rolling up with Old Holborn. Steer clear, this man makes castor oil look sweet :-j