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What I also miss is the approach walk up the dirt track next to Westwood park. if it had rained, you had grown three inches by the time you got to the end with the amount of mud stuck to your shoes. BP was unmistakable by the yellowy green beer fart dome that protected it. Hot dogs, rollies, stale beer and even staler Friday night farts. Once you got to furtherwood road, it was like one almighty Dutch oven!

 

And you just happily sucked it all in

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Ambition

Dear Simon, I am sick and tired of my club lacking ambition. Do something about it.

Cheers

Jeff

 

Dear Jeff,

 

Ambition is for clubs that do not have enough sense to be lazy.

 

KTF, Simon

 

No Barry, black is just fine. Oh and a couple of Jammie Dodgers. And how are we going with that Ched thing?

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Snow on the pitch - with orange balls

 

shock when the crowd attendance fell below 10,000

 

outrage when the admission went up to 80 pence - never mind a pound!

 

just signing one or maximum two players a season. The team seemed to evolve over the years not completely change every two years

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Snow on the pitch - with orange balls

 

 

The only time orange balls should be used. I don't know whose bright idea this automatically using an orange/yellow/pink/lysergic sunburst ball all winter nonsense was but they need a slap.

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September 2000 Rickers scored both in a 2-0 second leg LC win at Hudds, Overall won 3-0 on Agg Corazzin scored the winner at BP and it was the first time we'd beaten a team from a higher division since Aston Villa in 1990 in the FACQF

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Proper rivalries, atmosphere, needle & decent away followings - it seemed that practically every week we were playing teams like Blackburn, Bradford, Leeds & City and we'd been in the same league year in, year out so the rivalries built up. And their players (and ours) were always largely the same so there'd always be at least two or three you couldn't stand.

Even clubs from further south like Wolves, West Ham, even Chelsea when they came down would bring decent away followings.

And a proper north/south divide, especially with London teams. They thought we were all unemployed peasants, we thought they were all soft shandy drinking poofs (back when calling people "poofs" was ok).

 

Matches usually felt like you were part of something important.

 

Getting into the Chaddy End no later than 2.15 to get a spot against a barrier, around when the singing often used to start, especially if it was Leeds it seemed...

Then getting squashed against that barrier when we scored half elated, half fearful for your life....

 

A bit of menace in the air although nothing ever really happened...

 

Travelling away in even greater numbers than today but being able to go about your business like a free person in a free country. With the Police always looking on ready to protect or arrest you if the need should arise. The police largely seemed to know who needed policing and who didn't...

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Honestly, why do you lot still bother going?

 

Wish I'd be around to experience that, and expect I'd have abandoned the game by now, with how sanitised it's become.

 

Would love to have been around with fanzines, proper rivalries, standing etc. never mind being a half-decent side!

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Proper rivalries, atmosphere, needle & decent away followings - it seemed that practically every week we were playing teams like Blackburn, Bradford, Leeds & City and we'd been in the same league year in, year out so the rivalries built up. And their players (and ours) were always largely the same so there'd always be at least two or three you couldn't stand.

Even clubs from further south like Wolves, West Ham, even Chelsea when they came down would bring decent away followings.

And a proper north/south divide, especially with London teams. They thought we were all unemployed peasants, we thought they were all soft shandy drinking poofs (back when calling people "poofs" was ok).

 

Matches usually felt like you were part of something important.

 

Getting into the Chaddy End no later than 2.15 to get a spot against a barrier, around when the singing often used to start, especially if it was Leeds it seemed...

Then getting squashed against that barrier when we scored half elated, half fearful for your life....

 

A bit of menace in the air although nothing ever really happened...

 

Travelling away in even greater numbers than today but being able to go about your business like a free person in a free country. With the Police always looking on ready to protect or arrest you if the need should arise. The police largely seemed to know who needed policing and who didn't...

 

Ah, the 50s........

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Gap at the back of the Chaddy to sneak in when late arriving.

 

The Lookers. Though the new stand is great.

 

Testimonials. (On a couple of levels)

 

The Blue Disabled Three Wheelers.

 

Golden Goal.

 

Just going with my Dad. Made it special when I was young. ( He's not dead I hasten to add...)

 

Divisions,

 

...and Division Two.

 

Wonder if we will be as nostalgic for Barry's fleece in years to come.....

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[quote name="HarryBosch" post="811063" timestamp="1446206134"

 

Travelling away in even greater

numbers than today but being able to

go about your business like a free person in a free country. With the

Police always looking on ready to protect or arrest you if the need should

arise. The police largely seemed to

know who needed policing and who

didn't...

 

Bringing a small child was always handy. Said police would let you go about your business whilst the hoards were being hoarded

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The Chaddy singing "Roll out the barrel" when Sully arrived

"go by rail go by air go by sully get nowhere " ringing out around some away terrace from the tics as sullys group are escorted around the pitch after yet another breakdown on the way

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