Many years ago, Seventies, I was with my best mate, Ming Cheung, absolutley City mad he was.
His parents owned the chippy on Hyde Road, North Reddish, near St Agnes.
He introduced me to Chinese weaponry as we were both Bruce Lee mad. Many a happy hour spent there unconscious among the potato peeling at the back of the shop, the Nunshaku lessons were ferocious. Mind, I have a novel way of peeling spuds now. Where were we?
Ah, yes, midweek match, very dark due to the weak lighting in the kippax, near the half way line and there is lull in the singing.
I turned to Ming and said, "go on, now's your chance to start a song off", which he had always dreamed of.
He looked at me with those black shiny eyes, pulled his wooley hat tighter, took a deep breath, and out it came..........
"Ohhhhhhhhhhhh Lodney Lodney, Lodney Lodney Lodney Lodney Lodney Marsh"
Well the immediate area around us were in hysterics, and of course, in true blue humour fashion, the whole of the Kippax joined in!
Rodney even looked towards us with a confused grin!
Happy Days!