Bernard Halford

Chelsea at home was the fullest that season in the Kippax, massive away following too in the Platt Lane. The 40k sounds correct if Bournemouth had 30k, but if they were all falsified then what are they being compared to?

Every club used to say the same when attendances were announced in the terraced years.
Are you.saying the Bournemouth 30K was correct?
 
I remember the letter on the front of the programme, but can't recall from which game without checking

It was definitely as a result of the pitch invasion following the FMC Penalty Shootout victory over Sunderland, so would have been from one of the next home games (Ipswich/Newcastle/Coventry)
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I saw the vlog and enjoyed it. Obviously his widow and family loved him and miss him. Cheesy gets to know these people better than us and the guy was probably a nice bloke. To most fans he was in charge of a hopelessly inept and not fit for purpose ticket office. At a time when we were mainly shit on the field dealing with them just added to the pain and stress. It's mad looking back, that at a time they were begging us not to desert them, in the clubs darkest hour, they treated us with contempt. They're lucky we stuck around.

Spot on.

Attendances plummeted in the mid 80s, but essentially due to blind faith and an addictive personality I always renewed my Season Ticket without hesitation.

However, I was also a keen and half-decent cricketer, so unless the City result was absolutely critical (which tended to be every season in those days ) I usually missed the first and last games when the seasons collided.

At the start of the 87-88 campaign I missed the opening 2-1 victory over Plymouth (20,046), but then travelled to Boundary Park and the Bank Holiday Monday fixture at Villa Park.

The next home game was against Blackburn (20,372) and after arriving around 1:45pm I queued patiently to buy a Season Ticket.

Imagine my surprise when I was greeted with:
FUCKING HELL! YOU'VE HAD ALL FUCKING SUMMER TO DO THIS!

That will always be my abiding memory of the complacent idiots who ran the Ticket Office in those days.
 
Spot on.

Attendances plummeted in the mid 80s, but essentially due to blind faith and an addictive personality I always renewed my Season Ticket without hesitation.

However, I was also a keen and half-decent cricketer, so unless the City result was absolutely critical (which tended to be every season in those days ) I usually missed the first and last games when the seasons collided.

At the start of the 87-88 campaign I missed the opening 2-1 victory over Plymouth (20,046), but then travelled to Boundary Park and the Bank Holiday Monday fixture at Villa Park.

The next home game was against Blackburn (20,372) and after arriving around 1:45pm I queued patiently to buy a Season Ticket.

Imagine my surprise when I was greeted with:
FUCKING HELL! YOU'VE HAD ALL FUCKING SUMMER TO DO THIS!

That will always be my abiding memory of the complacent idiots who ran the Ticket Office in those days.

Ha ha yes it does! One year my season ticket wasn't delivered in time for the start. I had to buy a ticket for the first home game. They did eventually apologise and gave me two complimentary tickets in the main stand.
 
Spot on.

Attendances plummeted in the mid 80s, but essentially due to blind faith and an addictive personality I always renewed my Season Ticket without hesitation.

However, I was also a keen and half-decent cricketer, so unless the City result was absolutely critical (which tended to be every season in those days ) I usually missed the first and last games when the seasons collided.

At the start of the 87-88 campaign I missed the opening 2-1 victory over Plymouth (20,046), but then travelled to Boundary Park and the Bank Holiday Monday fixture at Villa Park.

The next home game was against Blackburn (20,372) and after arriving around 1:45pm I queued patiently to buy a Season Ticket.

Imagine my surprise when I was greeted with:
FUCKING HELL! YOU'VE HAD ALL FUCKING SUMMER TO DO THIS!

That will always be my abiding memory of the complacent idiots who ran the Ticket Office in those days.
In fairness attendances plummeted everywhere.
In 1986 we played Villa away New Years Day.
14,000 there inuding a great support from City fans.
Villa had only.won the European Cup 4 years before!
 
And they were pilling in after kick off because the corner bit between the Kippax and Platt Lane had space at the start of the game it didn't later on.

There were two shockers in the 88-89 season as well, Crystal Palace and Bournemouth, they used to estimate the crowds in the pink and the Palace one was estimated at 40000, it was given as 33,000 and the Bournemouth game seemed to be full or close to it apart from the Platt Lane, the official attendance was given as 30,000.

Swales and this cronies were as corrupt as hell.
Platt lane was 9k and Bournemouth brought fewer than 300 so 31k attendance was about right
 
Rather than a lapdog, more chief spy.

Responsible for so many bad things about the Club during his time.

City's new regime felt they needed to acknowledge his longevity without any knowledge of what he got up to.

A ****, and I don't say it lightly about someone who is passed away.

My Dad had a big barney with him in a bar in Turkey haha, he'd definitely agree with you!
 
Are you.saying the Bournemouth 30K was correct?
I am saying it was around 75% of the Chelsea game where the Kippax was crushed and the Platt lane was at full capacity compared to a hand full or Bournemouth fans.

If all gates where fiddled how do people estimate the gates, there isn't actually a bench mark? It may have been fiddled but the fans wouldn't be able to give accurate estimates, and fans of all clubs in the 80s claimed they got more than the official gates. Which stopped overnight will all seaters.
 

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