.Whilst eating my lunch and reading the EDP I read a letter which amounted to a personal assault on Michael Turner. It concluded that he was our worst defender since Charlie Billington. With all the recent doom and gloom on here suggesting that being relegated with the current squad, current Manager, debt free and with parachute payments will be the end of the world it got me thinking about what really were bad times at Carrow Road. It might explain why the likes of Dave, Redruth and myself cannot get too worked up about our current position.
I first went to Carrow Road in 1950. In the early/mid 50's we were in Div 3 South which was the lowest league. We finished bottom and had to apply to stay in the league. In todays world we would have been relegated to the Conference. In the end the Club went bust and if it were not for a public appeal led by the EDP, Arthur South and Geoffrey Watling the Club would have ceased to exist.
Can you imagine the standard of player we had in those days? Charlie Billington was a centre half with the turning circle of a World War 1 battleship, was too short to be of any use in the air and had this incredible knack of being able to run with his legs wide apart. Every opposition centre forward used to nutmeg him and before he could turn round the ball was in the net. Many oldies reckon he was our worst player ever but I think they have forgotten Cameron Buchanan maybe because he only played 3 games. Nobody knew where he came from - he just arrived! He was billed as a goal scoring centre forward but when he waddled out we all burst out laughing. He had the build, mobility and footballing ability of a sumo wrestler. The only surprise is that he lasted 3 games.
60 years ago we could only dream of being in the position we are in today so the next time you want to moan about Michael Turner or Steve Morison think about Charlie Billington and Cameron Buchanan and realise how lucky we are to support NCFC at this time. Any other oldies have memories of those times?
....This is exactly why I think we are lucky to have the likes of 1950's canary, I love the fact that we have people that can tell us stories of our beloved club from actually being there, rather than reading some crap out of an old book.......
Also important because such a big a proportion of current City fans grew up when we WERE pretty much an established top tier club. In that situation it's easy to believe that the good times are somehow our due (despite the evidence to the contrary provided by clubs up and down the land). Much the same with the economy and the climate. Many today have never experienced really hard economic conditions before, and judging from some of the ridiculous comments one gets from BBC weather persons, they haven't a clue what a hard winter is! 
And yet, he played for (and captained) Leicester during their successful spell under Martin O'Neill, so in his prime he was certainly no mug. According to Wikipedia 'Walsh was a hugely popular figure with Leicester fans, who nicknamed him "Captain Fantastic".' He won various honours, but also has the less than glorious distinction of having amassed the highest number of red cards of any Football League player ever! I guess for those who like their football "no holds barred" and idolise Norman Hunter, that would further increase their admiration.![]()
Hows about hole-in-the-heart Asa Hartford, here for a short time in the mid-eighties!

Was certainly past his best when he came here Dave, but will always be remembered for his deflected goal in a certain Cup Final![]()
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Also important because such a big a proportion of current City fans grew up when we WERE pretty much an established top tier club. In that situation it's easy to believe that the good times are somehow our due (despite the evidence to the contrary provided by clubs up and down the land). Much the same with the economy and the climate. Many today have never experienced really hard economic conditions before, and judging from some of the ridiculous comments one gets from BBC weather persons, they haven't a clue what a hard winter is!
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Thank you along with others who picked up on the points I was making. Is facing a season of fighting relegation from the best league in the world knowing that if the worst happens you go down with a good squad, good Manager, no debts and millions in parachute payments doom and gloom - no! Being bottom of the lowest league with no money, awful players and days away from going out of existence - thats doom and gloom!! All players go through bad spells but most of our players in the mid 50's were just awful - which is why they were playing for the team at the bottom of the lowest league. It is no exageration to say that the likes of Charlie Billington and Cameron Buchanan wouldn't today get in the first team at Yarmouth - that is what you call a bad player. My Grandad first took me to Carrow Road in 1950. When he first started supporting City they played at Newmarket Road against the likes of Lowestoft and Kings Lynn before we got into the Football League and played at the Nest. We stayed in the lowest league until 1960 when we were promoted to what is now the Championship. My Grandad was then 70 and couldn't believe that he was going to see football at that high level for the first time in his life.
He stopped going in 1962 but did live long enough to see City promoted to the top league in 1972 - he was so proud of his Club that he was in tears the day after City beat Leyton Orient to get promotion. To the end he never wore any scarf in winter except his yellow and green one. That is where our Club came from and what our Club was built on. What we have had in the last 40 years has been wonderful but if people assume that we have always been a top Championship/lower Premiership club they are so wrong. If you had told me in 1957 that in my lifetime I would be watching the likes of Van Persie, Joe Hart, Steven Gerrard etc I would have called for the men in white coats as my Grandad would if you had told him that as he stood on the touchline at Newmarket Road.

One of the things that used to sustain us in those Division 2 & 3 days was banter with the players during a game. My recollection is that there was a lot more good humour around on a Saturday afternoon, however dire the game or result. It was partly to do with terraces v seats, and being closer to the pitch. But also because people felt closer to the players, part of the family so to speak. I remember leaning on the rails at the front of the South stand ribbing Bill Punton as he ran up and down the left wing. We used to count his runs and call out the numbers each time, chiding him if he wasn't in the game enough for our liking! He always gave us as good as he got, all in good spirit. I guess there is a bit of rose-tinting to my spectacles here, but that's how I remember it. It was certainly a help on freezing winter days with the rain-cum-hail belting down, watching twenty-two mud-caked heroes trying to play football with a sodden lump of filthy leather.![]()
With Bill Punton in the team you didn't want a sunny day, the reflection off his bald pate would dazzle you!
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My Dad died in 1970 just before City became a 1st Division club. The magic moments for him up until then had been our cup exploits, throughout the 50's when we always seemed to beat one of the big boys and right up until the 67 game against arguably the most entertaining English side of all time. He wouldn't let me go to the Leicester match in 63 when I was 12 as he thought it would be too dangerous. The amount of times we trudged along King Street after a poor performance in the league was only compensated for by the beating of a 1st Division team in the cup.
We must be off our rockers to even think that there is any problem with our football club. We were always in debt, the supporters club always bailed them out. The ground was a tip. And we were never ever going to grace the 1st Division.
Yes you're right 1950. To think I moan about Morison's lack of control when we had the likes of John Manning or Phil Hubbard to watch each week, I must need my bumps felt.
It was of course the cup run of 1958/59 that pushed us forward. By then we had got over the trauma of 1957 and Archie Macauley was building a half decent side although with the third round of the Cup approaching we were still only mid-table in the old 3rd Div South. We played and beat Man Utd on a iced up pitch which today you wouldn't even been allowed to stand on let alone played football on. The rest of the cup run is well known but what is often forgotten is that also created a push up the league which nearly resulted in promotionthat year. We did get promoted the following year to , what is now, the Championship where we stayed for the next 12 years. Over the years I have often wondered how our Club would have developed if the Man Utd match had been postponed and played on a decent pitch where the result might have been different. Would we be where we are today or still struggling in the lower leagues? There is no doubt that the Man Utd game was a pivotal moment in our history.
Whilst eating my lunch and reading the EDP I read a letter which amounted to a personal assault on Michael Turner. It concluded that he was our worst defender since Charlie Billington. With all the recent doom and gloom on here suggesting that being relegated with the current squad, current Manager, debt free and with parachute payments will be the end of the world it got me thinking about what really were bad times at Carrow Road. It might explain why the likes of Dave, Redruth and myself cannot get too worked up about our current position.
I first went to Carrow Road in 1950. In the early/mid 50's we were in Div 3 South which was the lowest league. We finished bottom and had to apply to stay in the league. In todays world we would have been relegated to the Conference. In the end the Club went bust and if it were not for a public appeal led by the EDP, Arthur South and Geoffrey Watling the Club would have ceased to exist.
Can you imagine the standard of player we had in those days? Charlie Billington was a centre half with the turning circle of a World War 1 battleship, was too short to be of any use in the air and had this incredible knack of being able to run with his legs wide apart. Every opposition centre forward used to nutmeg him and before he could turn round the ball was in the net. Many oldies reckon he was our worst player ever but I think they have forgotten Cameron Buchanan maybe because he only played 3 games. Nobody knew where he came from - he just arrived! He was billed as a goal scoring centre forward but when he waddled out we all burst out laughing. He had the build, mobility and footballing ability of a sumo wrestler. The only surprise is that he lasted 3 games.
60 years ago we could only dream of being in the position we are in today so the next time you want to moan about Michael Turner or Steve Morison think about Charlie Billington and Cameron Buchanan and realise how lucky we are to support NCFC at this time. Any other oldies have memories of those times?