- Feb 1, 2005
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Standing almost everywhere in the ground, being able to turn up to a game on a whim and get in, the old alphabet style Half Time placards that let you know the scores elsewhere, peanuts! peanuts! as the vendors walked around the edge of the pitch, skillfully and accurately lobbing small packets of Percy Daltons at whoever bought some.
The crowd 'bobbing' on the shelf to Knees up Mother Brown and everyone trying to give the poor sod next to them a dead leg, avoiding being squeezed against the barriers when we scored, not having some tosser who was too lazy to go the the bog piss up your leg, the bogs being 3 inches deep in piss, a traditional cup of bovril at away games up north.
Ticker tape welcomes when we signed Ossie and Ricky, singing Burkinshaw's Blue & White army or Born is the King of White Hart Lane. Match of the Day on a saturday night, the Big Match on a Sunday.
Chris Jones being 'oooh unlucky Chris', Ralph Coates and his combover hair, Peter Taylor on the wing, going down, coming up again and the choice of food was basically fish and chips or a hot dog from some dodgy guy pushing a trolley.
I miss the good old days
The crowd 'bobbing' on the shelf to Knees up Mother Brown and everyone trying to give the poor sod next to them a dead leg, avoiding being squeezed against the barriers when we scored, not having some tosser who was too lazy to go the the bog piss up your leg, the bogs being 3 inches deep in piss, a traditional cup of bovril at away games up north.
Ticker tape welcomes when we signed Ossie and Ricky, singing Burkinshaw's Blue & White army or Born is the King of White Hart Lane. Match of the Day on a saturday night, the Big Match on a Sunday.
Chris Jones being 'oooh unlucky Chris', Ralph Coates and his combover hair, Peter Taylor on the wing, going down, coming up again and the choice of food was basically fish and chips or a hot dog from some dodgy guy pushing a trolley.
I miss the good old days