http://www.lcfc.com/news/article/160513-twih-the-end-of-the-bloomfield-era-824023.aspx Fabulous article for those of us old enough to have seen that team - perhaps also goes some way towards explaining 'the divide' we have currently amongst our posters regarding opinions on Nigel Pearson's management style and 'achievements'. If I look at the team that Bloomfield built on a fraction of the budget that Nigel has had - we were not a rich club in those days at all - but a culmination of shrewd transfer dealings and marvellous man management ensured that we punched well above our weight rather than under it. Geriatrics enjoy - is also intriguing to compare Bloomfield's 'first team XI against our current first choice picks - I honestly don't believe ANY of our current squad would have got into Bloomfield's first team ... what to you other 'oldies' think?
Great memories Fossefilbo. Bloomfield's first team was full of good quality top flight players and was far superior to the bunch of mediocre second flight players we have now. Jimmy was hounded out by a section of the fans and we all know what happened after that. Sometimes you have to be careful what you wish for!
Well, well, well, the same school IP address as the recently banned nimrod and co ... on the basis that it is a genuine question - he did win a trophy, the Community Shield as its now called, but trophies aren't everything. He built a fabulous side that played wondeful, flowing entertaining football that ensured packed houses at our home games in the top flight of English football (which I'll take above trophies any time) - we got relegated the season after he left.
Cant remember being cheated of my entrance money during that time. I remember the queues to get in at the Kop often went round the corner and half way down the car park. The skills of Wortho, Glover and the silkiness of Keith Weller. Laughing at Stringy after he would beat 3 players then falling over his own feet, then 30 seconds later crashing the ball into the back of the net. Wondering what time Woolett had been up in the morning and working on his farm before turning up to play. Seeing how red Crossy's face would get by the end of the game. Always knowing that no matter how many we scored there would still be a chance of losing cos of the sheer attacking football we played. No, not a lot of silverware, but some cracking entertainment.
