kev20971 said:What get's me are all the shit bag men sat in front and around her, all ducking out of the way !
NipHolmes said:It's one of those instances where a cheeky ginger spotty stepchild would've been the recipient in many fathers ideal scenarios.
I'll try and find the vine to link to here.
Is that the Joiners in Cheetham Hill?mayo31 said:Similar thing happened to my brother in the 80's.
We were playing Oldham at home, sat in the Platt Lane. As the teams ran out Oldham ran to the Platt Lane and Gary Hoolikan belted the ball towards the gaol, it flew right into my brothers face. He was 5 at the time.
My mate was sat behind my brother and I was turned talking to him so missed the ball coming, my mate saw it and simply moved to the right.
Hoolikan used to drink in Middleton and I spoke to him about it a few years later, it was after the 1-1 at the Swamp when Goater scored in a pub called the Joiners. He bought me a pint.
City and Oldham never did anything for us, in those days it was part and parcel
It was a fucking football not a cannon ball, most people would try to catch it or save it, some would even try to head it ! So nothing about being tough.grim up north said:kev20971 said:What get's me are all the shit bag men sat in front and around her, all ducking out of the way !
Says he sat behind his computer screen