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First Game.1949,Sheff Wed.reserves.March 7.then on with me dad 50,51 etc.Wembley 56.(Bert).on and on and on.paid our dues I reckon.halifax,shrewsbury ,stockport.county.never dreamt it would come to this.still going,sons a d grandsons.in me blood.

I remember taking my dad to Bolton the day Franny made his debut for Wanderers. He looked good for a young lad and quite cocky.WE signed him shortly afterwards and he helped transform the club.a true legend RIP Franny.gave us great memories. Tt

march 7 1949.sheffield wednesday reserves.my day took me .on our bikes from chorlton.parked them in somebodys back yard,needless to say i became hooked.he then took me to first team matches.was going on my own from about 1953.watched the newcastle final on a friends telly.because of the token...

watched Bert from 1950 onwards.my favourite sportsman ever.idolized him.when i was a kid my dad asked me which team were known as the potters.stoke? i said .nope city.how come .?weve got ten mugs and a jerry.

That's classy .

Bruce

wasnt there,buti rember it well,only a kid then (14) but i did get to the final.Bert had plenty of those games as well.

Bert,Southend fa cup. january 56

my apologies.(80 by the way.1949\50 first game with me dad.)

just to let you lot all know. when i first stood on Kippax there were no roof on it nor was there one on scoreboard end or platt ;lane.F.O.C.

Loved Rodney. I think that the player that he nutmegged and took the mick was Gordon Taylor.

I have always been convinced that I went to see tommy making his debut at Huddersfield.I went on my own on the strength of the news that he was playing, coming back to tell my mates what a prospect he was .was also at Peterborough and of course Wembley.looked as if a replay was on the cards, but...

Bobby Johnstone 1956 final.or Tommy Booth semi against Everton 1968/9

a cracking player, a cracking bloke and a true,true Manc.

I was there 1956, age 14. Coach from York Motors edge Lane, Chorlton. my mam saw me off 9 o'clock Friday night and I arrived in London 8 o'clock Saturday morning. Wembley was like a dream. Bert hanging onto the nets. Big Dave stopping everything. Still going now with son's and grandsons. Gets in...