Howmanheyman

If that was in the mid nineties I've a feeling I know the lad and his family quite well.

I don't think CT was that bad to be honest, didn't agree with a lot of what he said but he wasn't offensive. Having said that, the fact he pm'd ASM and spilled the beans about something said in private and then all the coward remarks ect, well, I think he let himself down there in my humble opinion. As for ASM, his posts, whether you agree with them or not can be well thought out and the the lad is no fool, but fuck me, what an attitude when you disagree with him, he turns into Rocky, (Im a weed apparently!) and spews forth some utter bile,('go fucking die' being one ) and I haven't even mentioned the ASM/LM love-ins!! Ant could've maybe held back from putting a thread up, private forum or not. A pm to a mod instead? Anyway, a strange carry on for passing a bit of time on the internet.

When an old song you like comes on the radio and you sing along and say the immortal lines to your bairns, "see? thats proper music, that." Thats when you know you are turning into your Dad.

Standing in a crowded Wallsend card shop, trying to buy six cards, (aye, six), not getting close to the cards as women picked every card they could get their hands on, read the verses then put them back to pick another, then joining the long queue whilst Ronan Keating was 'loving each day as if its the last' on the the radio, I couldn't help but feel that Mothers day is one big pain in the arse and thats without the annual 'what the fuck do I get this time?' headache. Does anyone else get stressed for presents for wives/girlfriends/mothers? It does my loaf in!

A chinless wonder born with a silver spoon in his gob marrying a fit for breeding young filly. I care as much as I did when Beckham married vacuous Spice and Jordan married the kick boxing stooge. Couldn't care less, basically.

Alex James hit the nail on the head when he said you celebrate your 20th with alcohol, your 30th with drugs and your 40th with food. Spot on that like. Also pretty sad affair that I can relate to most of the comments here. Apart from the LM one I think everyone over the age of say 27 unless you're a lass, can relate to my Horizon comment. Funny how lasses just are (mostly) not into that kinda stuff? Wor lass pretty much never watches any of that stuff I like. Though she is into the crime and investigation stuff that I'm not that fussed on. The odd time I get to watch the telly and I put something like Horizon on, all you get is 'Granda' comments from the missus yet she'll watch Eastenders and even Jeremy Kyle. She at least admits that the Kyle thing is a car crash type of viewing but Eastenders? Fucking hell, how anyone can sit down and enjoy this shit is one of the biggest mysteries of the universe to me, like.

Not bad, CT.

I'm not sure if this was the game where a few lads round wor way went down ticketless and someone let them go in their house and watch the game from their roof for a couple of quid each and sold them some cans and a pie, this was because they'd knocked down the old main stand and were just starting to build the new one and you could see the pitch from the roof. They were celebs in Walker for a few days as a photo of them was in the papers and I think the camera panned to them briefly on the highlights of the game.

The old Darwen end was amongst the favourites of many a Newcastle fan in days gone, it was always a well attended game. (by us, anyway ) Two things always stand out for me about the old end, Liam O'Brien scoring a belting last minute winner and the Mags chanting the tune to 'Toms Diner' for ages afterwards on the way out of the ground, and the stick David Speedie took where 'We've all shagged your wife, Speedie, Speedie' rang out a good few times and Speedie baiting us as he scored his hat-trick as bottles, pies and coins bounced off the grass in front of the dirty, hacking, cheating little bastard. (I was a big fan). I was there for the Speedie game, most mental celebration ever, when Kelly scored, can still picture the goal, Clarkie, to Stevie, to Kelly \o/ \o/o/ \o/\o/. Went the year Wegerle scored last minute to put us out the cup too, and the only thing different from 3-1 game in that vid, was they'd built the Walker Steel stand which is the shit one opposite the TV camera's rest of the ground was like that youtube clip. Was a proper ground Ewood. How times change, me and my pal got up at half three and got a taxi over to the ground at about four-ish to queue for tickets for the cup game at Ewood where Wegerle got the winner, there were already loads queuing and we still didn't get a ticket. I remember it being cold and misty and someone had set a mattress alight. All this for an early cup round tie at Blackburn! Thats what used to set us apart from supporters of most other clubs in my opinion.

The old Darwen end was amongst the favourites of many a Newcastle fan in days gone, it was always a well attended game. (by us, anyway ) Two things always stand out for me about the old end, Liam O'Brien scoring a belting last minute winner and the Mags chanting the tune to 'Toms Diner' for ages afterwards on the way out of the ground, and the stick David Speedie took where 'We've all shagged your wife, Speedie, Speedie' rang out a good few times and Speedie baiting us as he scored his hat-trick as bottles, pies and coins bounced off the grass in front of the dirty, hacking, cheating little bastard. (I was a big fan).

Seen Peter Lovelyhands in the Metrocentre with his family. His bairns were in a softplay in a restaurant with my young'uns. What a timid looking bloke he is, he looks scared of his own shadow.

Was it the old Valley? Aye biggest terrace in English football history that. Held 39,000 that one end. It helped a bit on that pic that it says WELCOME TO CHARLTON ATHLETIC at the top like That is 1984, and I'm 80% sure that number 7 is a young Rob Lee. Never seen the sign. Ho'way Stevie, I don't cheat on things like that, I enjoy the kudos too much.

Was it the old Valley?

Me and a lad I worked with got thrown out by the police at the 1st leg game v boro in '92 for the terrible crime of jumping into the grass on the Gallowgate stairs to get into the corner where the rest of our mob were. Anyway, undeterred, we climbed over the wall roughly where that lad is standing in this pic. I gave my mate a bunk up and he helped me up when he was on the wall. Trouble was there was glass embedded in the wall and I cut my hand open and had to cadge a load of paper napkins from the burger kiosk under the corner of the Gallowgate to stem the blood and took the thursday and friday off work as I was using hand tools at the time. Should've just went for a pint instead but hey, you used to do things like this back then.

I remember going to Wolves one year, (about '89), with a bus from Value Travel of Byker and being stuck behind a bloke who drank Stones Bitter all the way down and kept singing 'we hate tunnel and we hate tunnel' as we used to cross the Tyne through the tunnel to pick up lads from the South Shields branch of Value travel, (they seemed miserable cunts, it has to be said), and this blokes arse must have turned radioactive, his frequent bottom burps were truly rancid, we were nearly spewing it was that bad. I cant remember the last time I smelled a really bad fart at a match, to be honest. Went t see New Order at Academy few year ago n met in the Bodega. Chocka because town match on sky that night too. What with the beer and the rest of it I was dying for a dump prior to heading to gig. Was one of those gurgly 'this won't keep' cases. Braved the kermit and set about releasing the payload. Anyone knowing the bogs in there its as stuffy as . Whey me sweetmeat wafts permeated pretty quickly and all I could hear as I sweated and whinced in trap 2 was kids taking a lag physically wretching and moaning in disgust haha. It was some walk of shame coming outta there - all could do was a hands high 'i knaa lads I knaa sorry' . Not me finest hour. Had a similar moment one night clubbing in what was 'Tux two', (it had other names, Buzz? cuba?), I chose a night in a busy bog to unload the foulest smelling shittiest diahorria I've ever produced. I could hear blokes howling in protest at the poison filling their nostrils. It was that bad I nearly just fucked off home in case anyone pointed me out later on!

I said I've had relatives who went to the odd Rangers gamesfrom NI and I can say, hand on heart, they are/were nice/lovely people. (My relatives, not the entire Rangers fanbase!) I've no real time for the old firm as to me they are the Scottish version of Liverpool and Man U when it comes to support, i.e. the biggest gloryhunters in the UK, obviously with a sectarian twist. They go to friendlies in England during the summer, arrive in the city of their game and get pissed (easily) during the day when every fucker is at work, and make a huge deal of a friendly game where the host club truly doesn't give a fuck.

Happened to me on bonfire neet 1991 eating a half cooked tattie off the fire. Why did we used to dee that? A naa we'll put a tattie on a dirty stick chuck it on the fire pull it oot and eat it. A divvint even like tatties. Kids I don't see for years mention that neet I followed through to this day. Nowt wrang wi Samba's neither. HMHM yeel naa. You know "a knaa yee, yee knaa me, a knaa yee n yee naa me nanananananaaaaaaaa" what was the words of the start of that, was there any, or was that it? Not 100%, but I'm sure it was just something daft like, "Ah knaa yee, yee knaa me, Bay City rollers are for me, nanananananaaaaaaaa"

I remember going to Wolves one year, (about '89), with a bus from Value Travel of Byker and being stuck behind a bloke who drank Stones Bitter all the way down and kept singing 'we hate tunnel and we hate tunnel' as we used to cross the Tyne through the tunnel to pick up lads from the South Shields branch of Value travel, (they seemed miserable cunts, it has to be said), and this blokes arse must have turned radioactive, his frequent bottom burps were truly rancid, we were nearly spewing it was that bad. I cant remember the last time I smelled a really bad fart at a match, to be honest.

Shrewsbury at home about 1983. Despite having KK in the side we managed to get beat 1-0. Apart from getting to the top of the Gallowgate steps and seeing the pitch for the first time, my only real memory is of some supporters moaning about why we sold Varadi and getting a bit squashed on the way out. Oh, aye, someone also kept dropping their bait and it was minging, you'd be standing there, get a whiff and then loads of voices saying, "Fucking hell! Who's that?" and lots of "Fucking dorty bastard!" comments.

49,000 at a Sunderland home game? Hen's teeth and Rocking Horse shite come to mind.

Replying to me knowing he's on ignore!!?

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I'm the same, like.

I was under the impression he was willing to play ball whether he proposed it or not? I know the pair of you sometimes have a pop at LM but there's a vast difference between your stuff and ASM's.