There is a dark enough cloud hanging over Ashton Gate without anymore rain,what is the weather going to be like and what are the chances of the game being called off..? It's been a long time since we have had a game postoned,I'm taking a mac just in case. We want a tall resolute defence.... Up the City..
I remember in 2010 was it? city vs Cardiff fa cup game and it was pouring down with snow, Really thought the game was going to be called off. I had to get the bus down and back, as I got into town waiting for my bus home ( WHICH WAS A HOUR LATE! ) got absolutely drenched freezing my bollocks off and to top it off I lost my bus ticket, But thankfully the bus driver was kind enough to let me get on Another bad game for weather was west brom away, There ticket machines had broke so had to stand outside in a massive queue getting soaked and I was wearing nothing but a t shirt, We then went on to lose 4-1
I remember it was like a hose pipe,we drove back down the M5,we were still wet when we got home.Their police made us take a long route back to the car.Seemed to take for ever.
I don't want to harp on but in prehistoric times some of the pitches they played on were mud baths or swamps but in the main the game was still played and the best place in Ashton Gate was the old snack bar by the cow shed (Dolman Stand) mug of boiling tea at 6d (2.5p) each,bloody god send...
Wiz, Nearly every game I watch from "the olden days" the pitches didn't have a patch of green on them was mud all over the place, The ball bobbled like a good un
URRRGH if you wernt in the right place in the que the tea was ****e..no tea bags in them days..but the Clarks pies were magic and the ball didnt wobble about it was to heavy, and often you couldnt see it...being brown an covered in mud.................lol MERRY CHRISTMAS
Look at some of the pitch conditions in this Norman Hunter You Tube.. [video=youtube;yKRhWkhlcZo]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yKRhWkhlcZo[/video]
And if you ever headed the lace, the imprint stayed on your forehead for days. And I wonder how the young uns would have coped with getting the bladder out, repairing the puncture and then getting the nozzle, or dicky as we called it, back in the ball and under the lace! At least a ball then did not swerve all over the place. Today the keeper can just say, it swerved at the last minute. But then it almost took your arms off anyway. In the good old, bad old days when men were men and women were grateful. Happy Christmas to all football fans.
