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Fuck me I`ve just read the last 5 pages and thanks fuck I won`t be bothering with this thread any more. Always the same when we drop points, which brings the worst out of some posters. We sound like right slapped bitches who can`t take a loss without sounding like Rags and Scousers at times...

10,000 I believe.

Surprised his nickname wasn`t "Alig" then.

NO wonder women get a bad name when you`ve soft arses like her. ;) Having said that you only have to look at the Dipper and Rag Forums. ;)

Oi ! Leave me out of this.

Ah sorry, too much Guinness still in my system. ;)

NO !! I was referring to some on here who claim he`s now useless. I am definitely not in that mind set.

From me , yes. But for some ... just one of those games. NO, Peps a wanker.

The fucking bald headed tosser. According to some. Get a fucking grip some of you.

He also has to be given chances irrespective of a penalty miss.

Nunes was the least of our problems tonight and for those making him out the scape goat needs to look at other players who play on a regular basis who were dog shite.

Bap off. ;)

Sorry but you1ve completely missed the main topic ... running out of chips at half time.Diabolical and heads should have rolled after that fiasco.

A brilliant read and nostalgia comes flooding back. Cheers bluemanc.

Bloody hell mcfc thats him and yes one of the best refs we`ve ever produced.

I remember that game ref the bomb and the brilliant ref was a guy I can`t remember his real name but he was nicknamed Mr Pickwick as he sported some very long and bushy sideburns. The crowd laughed like fuck as he picked the ball up and put it to his ear to see/hear if the bomb was inside the...

Ah I was certain it was a midweek game. Old age doesn`t help. ;)

I`m positive that was a League Cup game and we played Plymouth in the semi final and that too was a midweek afternoon game.

What a player he turned out to be for Forest and Cloughie.

1964/65 Norwich (H) was my first "live" game at City and as a 13/14 year old and travelling with our neighbour in his car with,his girlfriend,Mum and Gran, a certain Mr Glyn Pardoe who in those days was Citys centre forward, it was unreal. Glyn took me into the City dressing room on one occasion...