Did you happen to notice the look on the scorer’s face, by any chance?When a City hero who we sold to Derby slammed the ball into the net and turned to the directors box to celebrate.
I knew then we were fucked.
Did you happen to notice the look on the scorer’s face, by any chance?When a City hero who we sold to Derby slammed the ball into the net and turned to the directors box to celebrate.
I knew then we were fucked.
The orange tree in Altrincham did well out of deal ( allegedly)Signing Gerry Creaney, then playing Gerry Creaney, then we kept on playing Gerry Creaney. That was a major fucking crisis in my eyes. Don't even get me started on the fact that he replaced Paul Walsh(or was he swapped) either way, fucking criminal. A total and utter fat waste of oxygen.
I moved to Alty about 2 years after he left us(I'd of loved to give the fat **** a mouthful). I used to go in there on a Sunday. Irwin was always in there on the pop. I hate to say it, but he wasn't a bad chap for one of that lot.The orange tree in Altrincham did well out of deal ( allegedly)
Ah yes: Blair said: “I sat on the Gallowgate and watched Milburn play.” Only two lies in that sentence. Well done Bliar.Crisis? What crisis? I've seen a couple of wee 'wobbles' since that bloody Jackie Milburn scored in '55 but when yer've stood through season after season of footballing dross I can't think of anything that might happen that I'd label 'a crisis'!