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....flower beds.....dog track....ABCD half-time scores....rattles....scarves ...no subs....sliding tackles....conveyor belt of Welsh youngsters...... gasometers.......always drizzling....mud....Bert Tann...Fred Ford..... local players loyal to their club...4A bus....Green 'Un and Pink 'Un...
Buses queued up and waiting,bus drivers sat round the edge of the pitch and leaving early to get ready for us,*** smoke,cheese cutters (flat caps),scrumps from the chip shop,blackjacks and chews,brassbands,the click of the turn-styles,smelly toilets,telling bus conductors to keep the change(half price fares) John Atyeo and Geoff Bradford and on and on...
Sharpened coins rattling down from Cardiff fans was one of my abiding memories! The late Micky Barrett, Dad buying me pie and pop and the long walk back up Glenfrome Road to home...
Is that how you afforded your manor in Cam, you pocketed all the coins away fans threw at you Funny enough my mate has still got a coin that he was hit on the forehead with at his first game against Bolton on the mantlepiece at his house
Who Bluebaldee? I don't know but he talks **** a lot My mate did have a tidy cut there, never been to a football match before but it must of changed his mind he loved it after that
Changing ends at half time Tote to Muller road or vice versa; chatting to the rival fans (except for local derbys); Paddy Hale taking man and ball into the enclosure; goal keeper's oranges; hobnail boots with steel toecaps; heavy, wet and muddy leather balls drilling heads down into shoulder blades; imprint of the lace on foreheads til next Tuesday; crowd marshalls shoehorning the big attendances; pack of ***s per match..........
If I remember right did there used to be a bus would pull up on the M32, cars also? Quite often when I was a lad we would be put under the turnstile, FOC entry. Oscar. Taking a short cut up over the disused railway embankment behind the Muller Road. Walking up the cinder track behind the greyhound sheds to the open end. Archie Stevens, amongst others.
Able to take a demi-john of cider into the north enclosure. Sharing it with away fans "Harold Haarooold Haaroold" ..."It was number 6 Frankie ave him"... "Kenny Stephens running with the ball for five minutes without anybody being able to get it off him, except he tended to run across the pitch and not down it"..." Alfie Biggs turning up pissed and banging the ball in the net"... "Skol lager" "Dickie Sheppard kicking the ball miles high after beating Sheff United"... " Big Jim Eadie craterising the penalty area after a full length save and then being fed a roast chicken by the trainer to bring him around" "Oh yeh me dad feeding me chocolate caramels in the Muller Road End" and lest we ever forget Smash and grab if only we had aYorkshire duo like them again"
Ah yes, Smash and Grab - Bannister and Warboys, Rovers legends but just a little bit before my time. I wish I'd witnessed them.
Some brilliant memories recalled by you lot. After getting off the bus at Horfield Common used to take the long walk down Muller Road. I used to reside in the Noth Stand enclosure, the Tote End was too scary for a young lad like me. Remember all the cars used to park up on the hard shoulder of the M32 to watch, especially if we were playing the ****. Being politicially uncorrect, anyone remember the jew end, ouside between the where the South Stand was and the Tote.
