Prodding in the chest was definitely a 70's thing, strange. I wonder if it was taught at 70's PE teacher school?
I started my career working with an Irish chap, who was absolutely brilliant. He was a National Account Manager at the time I started my training with him - he'd gone for a meeting with a buyer in the late 70s early 80s and the buyer had come forwards to him poking him in the chest whilst telling him his company was crap and the service was awful. Eddie - one punch knocked him out. Then, time before mobile phones, he had to rush to find a phone box to ring his boss. His boss said - 'no problem' RIP Eddie - Died a few years later of bowel cancer. He was an utter gent and a brilliant personality.
Just watched Paul Lambert and Steve Sidwell have a **** about how unbelievably massive Aston Villa are, Sheffield Wednesday massive we're talking here, and how a club like them shouldn't ever find themselves in the position they're in because they're so huge. ****. Off. No club has a divine right to be successful. As much as I like Brucey I almost hope he fails there, I hate people who go on about how huge a club is because of something they did in the past and the size of the City they're based in. **** times can hit anyone, including them, good times can also hit anyone, including us since Peter Taylor took charge. We've been better than a few "big" clubs such as Wednesday, Leeds and Forest for a good decade now, we're based in a big City and have a potentially big fan base ready and waiting, you won't hear many people go on about how huge we are these days.
Interesting that he didn't mention Mike Phelan. I may be reading too much into this one clip, but do wonder if SB felt that MP had been brought in as a threat to his position as manager should he (SB) not toe the Allam line?
Doubt it considering it was Bruce who publicly and privately courted him for the best part of a month.
You wasnt at Trinity House When I was there then ? Even got caught by maths teacher called Dickinson drinking whiskey nicked from fellow class mates parents pub the Blue Bell inn in class. We were often half pissed. We spent most days twagging and hanging about on midland street in a certaiin cafe and king Arthur's tattoo shop. I got expelled along with 2 others.
Mad Jack use to thrash us within an inch of our lifes with ropes end but he was an old sod and it never really hurt. Nobby Clarke was only teacher I liked.
This is one of the positives of the PL money. It matters far less these days if you're a so called fallen giant with big crowds, you still struggle to compete with the likes of us, Swans and Burnley due to the waddage that comes with the PL It is a sorted of twisted equaliser, if you can get there of course. Teams like Forest, Leeds, Sheff Wed, Sheff U and now possibly Villa are way behind.
Get on your hind legs Sheila!!! He was another ****house of the highest order as well. Nasty piece of work.
The most strokes of the cane I saw in a 40 min. class was either 27 or 30 ( were in threes) all because the recipient kept requesting the teacher return the board duster for safe keeping ( headmaster had appointed him to do so as so many had gone missing) when not in use. He was one hard lad.
