Think that was day Wednesday got relegated as we beat them one nil . Mid 70's .
Hullsbrough and beyond
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Shirts and Slacks from Arthur Blacks...
Had a shop in St Enoch Square in Glasgow,brilliant shirts,up market bespoke tailors.Up the next 'close'(stairway into the tenement building) was Douglas Alexander the tailors,that was a hot-spot for the well dressed Glasgow Youth.I always remember my old Mam telling me to go and get myself a suit ordered for x.mas.You picked the colour of cloth,the design,how many buttons you wanted on the jacket sleeves,how high you wanted the waist...Everything!!
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I remember turning up back home after collecting it,couldn't wait to show her it,took it out the bag,put it on,walked downstairs and she said "For ****s sake Rich,it's bright purple"!!! I thought it was a nice shade of blue(me being colour blind)
Photo is the original shop in the gorbals...
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Thanks for reminding me iof skinners and of course Arthur Masons , don’t remember the Blacks shirts sorry. Remover Northern Clothing on Ferensway for most of the suede head gear. Most of my mates got made to measure suits from Burtons , some bizarre colours , loads of buttons , really high waists with two rows of buttons too much fabric. . At the start I was not at work so paper round money , if you want to Boyes Hessle Rd at the right time there was a big tray of discount shirts and just once in a while a wearable checked one appeared!! Usually just before I got there!! LOL
Skinners jeans were relaunched six or seven years ago, made to exactly the same patterns as the originals, by Shaun Rusling, who some on here may well know.
I was at Hillsborough with my dad maybe 10-12 years ago, would have looked young. Think my dad went to the bog after the game and I went out to light up a ciggy. Police thought I was one of the superfans and made me go to the ****ing train station, we were parked about 5 minutes walk away at the other side of the ground. My old man had to come and collect me cos they were making me get on a train to hull the bunch of bellends 
Then I got abused by a couple of 10 year old Wednesday fans.
Only time I’ve had an issue there.
Then I got abused by a couple of 10 year old Wednesday fans.
Only time I’ve had an issue there.
Those pictures bring back some memories, the early ones are at his house in Anlaby, one of the lads on there I ended up sharing a flat with in Woodgreen when I moved to London and another sits immediately in front of me at City now.
I recall that Chelsea game, and there was certainly at least one blade that I saw down North Road, and it wasn't small. At least one copper looked at the same blade but chose not to see it. There were a lot of bricks and slates winging towards me (well at the back of my head as I legged it), but luckily they were not the best of shots. I remember feeling safe once I got back behind the South Stand, until it dawned on me it was a dead end.
Great article !! Remember sewing leather patches over the holes in jeans or those USA flag hand/ thumb badges . Liked Rod at that time so some had tartan patches too. I remember there was a trend to rip the Levi tags off peoples jeans - they usually had to be pinned down LOL
I was one of the few City in the open end where their ginger midfielder (Craig?) took a dive to win a penalty for their equaliser and winked at the Wednesday fans. I was stupid enough to walk round the centre before the game wearing my City scarf. Horrible day out.
I’m going back to Boxing Day 1973, the previous match a chant goes up, “if your all going to Wednesday clap your hands” cue thunderous applause, me and my mate duly gets a train about 10, with hardly anyone on it, gets the bus to Hillsborough with a few City lads on it, and I proceeded to go in their clubhouse with about 10 city fans, we sat near the exit, and watched the place fill up, anyway they had a bloke on geeing the crowd up and decided to get one of ours and one of theirs to re intact In The Summertime, by Mungo Jerry, Gaz Marshall had the boot on a stick and halfway through the song proceeded to smash the Wendy right in the mush with it.
Cue a sharp exit, chucking glasses and chairs as we left, me and my mate wisely decided to go in the seats because there can’t have been more than a 100 City fans there, surrounded on the Leppings by a mob, who now and then ran in with a boot or a punch at the City fans pushed up against the barrier, one f our mates was subjected to the chant of Tashy Tashy you’re gonna die, which we still use to this day.
Anyway after the game we ran the gauntlet all the way back to the rail station, one City fan who we had never met before, Kenny Tong, who died just before Xmas got pushed into a moving bus, luckily bounced off it, hourdes of Wendy’s then pinned us in the station, us on the wrong platform, and fortunately a train load of Sheffield Utd fans rang them off.
We learned a valuable lesson, never believe fans singing they will go to a match, because most don’t.
Cue a sharp exit, chucking glasses and chairs as we left, me and my mate wisely decided to go in the seats because there can’t have been more than a 100 City fans there, surrounded on the Leppings by a mob, who now and then ran in with a boot or a punch at the City fans pushed up against the barrier, one f our mates was subjected to the chant of Tashy Tashy you’re gonna die, which we still use to this day.
Anyway after the game we ran the gauntlet all the way back to the rail station, one City fan who we had never met before, Kenny Tong, who died just before Xmas got pushed into a moving bus, luckily bounced off it, hourdes of Wendy’s then pinned us in the station, us on the wrong platform, and fortunately a train load of Sheffield Utd fans rang them off.
We learned a valuable lesson, never believe fans singing they will go to a match, because most don’t.
Think I was there on the hill- but you are right we got sick of our fans singing about going somewhere - then the next week it’s about two coaches ! Preston and Bolton away spring to mind - Bolton was a disaster , smashed coach windows , a long wait for replacement coaches - but a cup of tea in Bolton boardroom and a chat with Kenneth Wolstenholme helped . We got off the coaches at Bolton went down the steps to the turnstiles and a hoard of them piled down into us - happy days LOL - I know some say it was frightening but when your between 16 and 20 plus maybe it was a bit in some ways but bloody exciting in other Better than PlayStation games - and as the book says it’s all we knew - there was eff all else in the 70’s it really was a crap era . Walk the streets and the estates trying to get some kind of excitement . We did a lot of coach trips to away matches and got into some very dodgy situations !! LOL We survived - just , even at home against the big clubs it could be very hairy . As a mate says we did a lot of running !
I got the suit I was married in hand made at Burtons, top of Whitefriargate, with 30 mother of pearl white buttons up both sleeves. Jet black suit with visible white stitching. Wore it on a train back from London, 1974? Same week end Newcastle United had played in the FA Cup Final and the train was full of Geordies. They thought I was one of them, some even asking if I was someone famous connected to the club! Seriously. It was a lovely suit. Hand made in Hull. Another fashionable shop around 1970 especially for trainers, which were still very new, Addidas especially, Fred Perry and Slazenger clothing was Asbestos on the corner of Saville Street. The trainers were actually proper running shoes without the spikes, very expensive in 1970 terms, a months wages if I remember correctly. Also got my sheepskin from Burtons, 50p a week for an eternity. Got it in 1970 and had it ripped to shreds climbing over a barbed wire fence at Bell Vue one night, Donny v City in the League Cup in 1974/75, I think I was still paying for it!
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Asbestos was brilliant fir an 11 or 12 year old , it had the first Adidas Santiago / Samba trainers - trainers!! Not sannies as before and it started to get some footie shirts if I’m right . Then on to Suggs in Paragon street for other stuff but I think both sold Subbuteo teams. Worst part of seventies fashion was those block coloured jumpers with collars and stars on them and bloody bowling shirts !! And we thought punks were weird LOL
I was going to ask if you had a sheepskin...Always wanted one but never did get it.
I had a good look around for one a couple of years but never saw anything that caught my eye.
P.S I'm sat watching Dickinsons real deal,**** knows where he gets his suits? He had on a double breasted pinstripe job that Al Capone would've been proud of!
Oh to have been a DJ in Glasgow...Shirts and Slacks from Arthur Blacks...
I remember turning up back home after collecting it,couldn't wait to show her it,took it out the bag,put it on,walked downstairs and she said "For ****s sake Rich,it's bright purple"!!! I thought it was a nice shade of blue(me being colour blind)
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3 star jumper halfway up my back over a cheesecloth shirt. 5 button waistband Oxford bags. Oxblood Docs. Silk City scarf tied around my wrist.
When I was about 13 I was just a walking target.
I think I might have even beaten meself up once.
I recreated some for a Wigan Casino collection in 2016, couldn't give them away...
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