I expect that there will be a few on here who can remember that swell of pride and achievement the first time they started a chant in the Kippax.
We won't mention the embarrassment we felt when we tried to start a chant and it died on it's arse...
Especially to a blonde WPC at Chesterfield in the cup around '77.
Forgive me father for I have sinned…Always used to park a succession of old bangers in Clinton Ave over the years.Dead handy. Nobody ever messed with them... totally dangerous rust buckets.
Awesome, I was a spotty 14/15 year old but she was loving it as much as me.I was there that night she was a stunner. We also sang "We know where you're truncheon is!" They moved her for the second half the spoilsports.
I remember the police holding us in a carpark at the train station and that old copper on a horse slagging us off and trying to get a reaction, an utter prick
I really shouldn't be laughing at this post...Forgive me father for I have sinned…
When I was a young ten year old (61/62) we’d ask mind yer car mister.
If declined we’d pop a make or type chrome strip off the car. Proper cast jobs they were, not the stickers now.
on big match days, when the Avenue was rammed we’d car surf over the roofs of the cars.
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