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Its so obvious its gotta be right. Im having a thickie day

Ain't about being thick, though that may answer other questions :emoticon-0136-giggl

Probably more to do with the fact that games are hardly ever called off these days in the upper leagues and its easy to forget what it used to be like.

Winters just haven't been as bad as they used to be 40-50 years ago. That and underground heating on pitches mean games never get cancelled.

When was the last time a PL game was cancelled due to the weather? Must be a while now.
 
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Ain't about being thick, though that may answer other questions :emoticon-0136-giggl

Probably more to do with the fact that games are hardly ever called off these days in the upper leagues and its easy to forget what it used to be like.

Winters just haven't been as bad as they used to be 40-50 years ago. That and underground heating on pitches mean games never get cancelled.

When was the last time a PL game was cancelled due to the weather? Must be a while now.

For SAFC all i found was 2012 v Reading. In august. Waterlogged pitch.

2014 away v city. **** weather
 
Has anyone been to a match where it was called off after its actually started?

Think theres been a few.


I was once down charlton. Scranning pie after pie to keep warm. Praying they would call it off. Freezing is an understatement.
 
Has anyone been to a match where it was called off after its actually started?

Think theres been a few.


I was once down Charlton. Scranning pie after pie to keep warm. Praying they would call it off. Freezing is an understatement.

My pie story involves a rather posh girlfriend who looked down on football and footballers, but against all odds I persuaded her to go to a game. Amid a few protests we arrived in the Fulwell end and the game was going ok and she was just begining to warm to the occassion when suddenly a full mince pie hit her on the back of the head exploding in all directions, what a mess, not funny then, but in hindsight thanks whoever it was.
 
My pie story involves a rather posh girlfriend who looked down on football and footballers, but against all odds I persuaded her to go to a game. Amid a few protests we arrived in the Fulwell end and the game was going ok and she was just begining to warm to the occassion when suddenly a full mince pie hit her on the back of the head exploding in all directions, what a mess, not funny then, but in hindsight thanks whoever it was.

I'm on a business conference call at the minute.

Everyone's just wondering why I've just burst out laughing!!!
 
My pie story involves a rather posh girlfriend who looked down on football and footballers, but against all odds I persuaded her to go to a game. Amid a few protests we arrived in the Fulwell end and the game was going ok and she was just begining to warm to the occassion when suddenly a full mince pie hit her on the back of the head exploding in all directions, what a mess, not funny then, but in hindsight thanks whoever it was.

<laugh>. Can just imagine her death starring everyone. And little chuckles when she turns away.
 
The day before I was born we drew 1-1 with 'Spurs, after Billy Bingham (who played for and later managed Norn Iron) scored a second half equaliser for us at Roker Park :emoticon-0100-smile

Unfortunately, we were relegated that season and it took us six years to get back to the First Division, when we were runners up to Dirty Leeds :emoticon-0101-sadsm

Our demise at that time wasn't my fault, was it :huh:
 
My pie story involves a rather posh girlfriend who looked down on football and footballers, but against all odds I persuaded her to go to a game. Amid a few protests we arrived in the Fulwell end and the game was going ok and she was just begining to warm to the occassion when suddenly a full mince pie hit her on the back of the head exploding in all directions, what a mess, not funny then, but in hindsight thanks whoever it was.
<laugh> ****ing brilliant!
 
Only know a few of these..... Never heard of most of them


http://www.thestatcat.co.uk/Match.aspx?MatchID=2247&LU=S&LUID=80

Sunderland
3
Bristol Rovers
1
Half-Time: 1 - 1
Referee: Arthur Ellis (Halifax)
- See more at: http://www.thestatcat.co.uk/Match.aspx?MatchID=2247&LU=S&LUID=80#sthash.UvTxEskz.dpuf

One of the games which vaugely comes to mind was Leyton Orient, New Years Day. The weather was so bad Shack called off, Ernie that is. Nevertheless I see that 33,000 brave souls turned out. Those stalwarts, us Fulwel Enders uncovered in those far off days, faired the worst, with lashing wind and sleet blowing down the pitch straight into the terraces for the full 90 minutes, how we managed to score four in the second half albeit kicking in our preffered second half direction in those days, towards the Roker End, I can only guess. For by that time everybody had gone into survival mode, penguin style, there was no eating pies here. At the final whistle the crowd just stood in deathly silence as the players ran for cover, unable to move never mind cheer, having just witnessed, or maybe not, a rare four goal blitz against the backdrop of a five star blizzard, what an afternoon.
 
The day before I was born we drew 1-1 with 'Spurs, after Billy Bingham (who played for and later managed Norn Iron) scored a second half equaliser for us at Roker Park :emoticon-0100-smile

Unfortunately, we were relegated that season and it took us six years to get back to the First Division, when we were runners up to Dirty Leeds :emoticon-0101-sadsm

Our demise at that time wasn't my fault, was it :huh:

No I take the blame, it was my first full year attending the hallowed ground, incidently Billy Bingham was a family friend through buisiness, but then so was Norman Hunter.
 
One of the games which vaugely comes to mind was Leyton Orient, New Years Day. The weather was so bad Shack called off, Ernie that is. Nevertheless I see that 33,000 brave souls turned out. Those stalwarts, us Fulwel Enders uncovered in those far off days, faired the worst, with lashing wind and sleet blowing down the pitch straight into the terraces for the full 90 minutes, how we managed to score four in the second half albeit kicking in our preffered second half direction in those days, towards the Roker End, I can only guess. For by that time everybody had gone into survival mode, penguin style, there was no eating pies here. At the final whistle the crowd just stood in deathly silence as the players ran for cover, unable to move never mind cheer, having just witnessed, or maybe not, a rare four goal blitz against the backdrop of a five star blizzard, what an afternoon.

You're a funny poster.

By that time we had all gone into survival mode. There was no eating pies here....<laugh>

****ing funny.
 
18.05.63 home to Chelsea....got beat 1-0.
We were sitting second in div 2 behind stoke City, but still ahead of Chelsea, the mags were 6th i think fighting for a play off place <laugh><laugh><laugh>



 
Has anybody worked out (roughly) how old everybody is, then . . . . who is older, or younger, than me/us/them :huh:

Older bastards, even older bastards, young whippersnappers, adolescent nappyrashers :huh:

Has anybody surprised anyone after the revelations :huh:

It can't have been just for curiosity as Comm. suggested, 'cos he's a nebby twat <whistle>

Tune in for next week's episode of 'Soap' :emoticon-0100-smile
 
Has anybody worked out (roughly) how old everybody is, then . . . . who is older, or younger, than me/us/them :huh:

Older bastards, even older bastards, young whippersnappers, adolescent nappyrashers :huh:

Has anybody surprised anyone after the revelations :huh:

It can't have been just for curiosity as Comm. suggested, 'cos he's a nebby twat <whistle>

Tune in for next week's episode of 'Soap' :emoticon-0100-smile

The one thing I'm not surprised about is that most games mentioned above seemed to have us losing! Doesn't matter which decade, its the same old story.

The impression I got on everyone's ages is that the average age is older than I expected. Looks to be around 50-ish?
 
Has anyone been to a match where it was called off after its actually started?

Think theres been a few.


I was once down charlton. Scranning pie after pie to keep warm. Praying they would call it off. Freezing is an understatement.
I've been to a few which I wish had been called off at half time as we were rubbish. Do they count:emoticon-0101-sadsm
 
Four days before I was born we lost 3-1 away to Man City and three days after we beat Portsmouth at home 3-0. Only to be relegated a week later for the first time in the clubs history.