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Post by gezzer on May 21, 2020 8:17:01 GMT
A cup game against Sheffield Wednesday (SW) in 1986/87 at Sealand road. Finished in a draw. Walked back to Blacon along the path behind where the Greyhound track was just talking about how we should have won the match. Half way down the path some lads come running past us shouting ''F##k#ng leg it their after us. Turned around and looked back and saw about 50 SW fans running towards us about 100 yards away (and closing fast) Now don't get me wrong on this, but when I was younger I could hold my own. However I was also a Realist. There were after al just 2 of us because the group of CFC lads had vanished like a fart in the wind. We made a quick assessment of our now inherited predicament and decided that a ratio against us of 25:1 was a bit too 'Roarkes Drift' for us so we ran like hell along the path onto Gorse hill and off towards Blacon. The buggers were gaining on us. It the bottom of Gorse Hill we had a choice, either run up Gorse Hill or up the mud hill onto Graham rd. We chose the Mud hill (because we knew where it led and they did not). They were still behind us shout stuff like ''your gunna get your f##king head kicked in'' and ''Wednesday aggro'' It did not look good for us. We reached the summit of the mud bank and shot through the gap onto Graham rd. There were at the time some garages in Graham Rd and one was slightly open. We had a choice either keep running and maybe get caught or hide before they spotted the open garage (we chose the latter) went inside and pulled the door shut just before they got to the top of the hill. Every one of them ran past the garage and onto Graham Rd. We stayed a while thinking we were safe but 2 minutes later they all walked back and stopped by the garages (right outside the one we were in) some walked past and down the hill but half of them stood talking, smoking fags and one had a piss up the very door of the garage we were hiding in. ''They were f##king quick, where did they go''?. Another said ''I bet they live in one of these houses''. They stood there for ages just talking and the only thing between us and them was about 6 feet and a big wooden door. We were too scared even to breath, in fact I learned how to regulate my breathing that night. After about 20 mins they slowly drifted back to Gorse hill and back towards town. We stayed in that garage for another half hour just in case they were waiting to see if we came back. It was scary it really was, they wanted blood and if they had caught us i'm not sure what would have happened to us. Oh the good old days!! We used to meet up on the Town Hall and walk down to the ground via Watergate St, that particular day the centre was all Blue and White. There were about 10 of us in our group but hundreds walking down and when we got to the racecourse a black Mariah pulled up, about 8 police jumped out and herded us up. A few were shouting "we're Chester" a policeman shouted back "they're Wednesday fans" pointing at the rest around us. We were escorted to our own ground. The atmosphere that day was one of the best I ever heard at Sealand Rd, they were in all 4 sides and the place was bouncing. The Yorkshire clubs used to always bring a few fans and the likes of Bradford and Rotherham fans always wore Donkey Jackets and hob nailed boots.
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Post by waggoner on May 21, 2020 8:31:39 GMT
A cup game against Sheffield Wednesday (SW) in 1986/87 at Sealand road. Finished in a draw. Walked back to Blacon along the path behind where the Greyhound track was just talking about how we should have won the match. Half way down the path some lads come running past us shouting ''F##k#ng leg it their after us. Turned around and looked back and saw about 50 SW fans running towards us about 100 yards away (and closing fast) Now don't get me wrong on this, but when I was younger I could hold my own. However I was also a Realist. There were after al just 2 of us because the group of CFC lads had vanished like a fart in the wind. We made a quick assessment of our now inherited predicament and decided that a ratio against us of 25:1 was a bit too 'Roarkes Drift' for us so we ran like hell along the path onto Gorse hill and off towards Blacon. The buggers were gaining on us. It the bottom of Gorse Hill we had a choice, either run up Gorse Hill or up the mud hill onto Graham rd. We chose the Mud hill (because we knew where it led and they did not). They were still behind us shout stuff like ''your gunna get your f##king head kicked in'' and ''Wednesday aggro'' It did not look good for us. We reached the summit of the mud bank and shot through the gap onto Graham rd. There were at the time some garages in Graham Rd and one was slightly open. We had a choice either keep running and maybe get caught or hide before they spotted the open garage (we chose the latter) went inside and pulled the door shut just before they got to the top of the hill. Every one of them ran past the garage and onto Graham Rd. We stayed a while thinking we were safe but 2 minutes later they all walked back and stopped by the garages (right outside the one we were in) some walked past and down the hill but half of them stood talking, smoking fags and one had a piss up the very door of the garage we were hiding in. ''They were f##king quick, where did they go''?. Another said ''I bet they live in one of these houses''. They stood there for ages just talking and the only thing between us and them was about 6 feet and a big wooden door. We were too scared even to breath, in fact I learned how to regulate my breathing that night. After about 20 mins they slowly drifted back to Gorse hill and back towards town. We stayed in that garage for another half hour just in case they were waiting to see if we came back. It was scary it really was, they wanted blood and if they had caught us i'm not sure what would have happened to us. Oh the good old days!! We used to meet up on the Town Hall and walk down to the ground via Watergate St, that particular day the centre was all Blue and White. There were about 10 of us in our group but hundreds walking down and when we got to the racecourse a black Mariah pulled up, about 8 police jumped out and herded us up. A few were shouting "we're Chester" a policeman shouted back "they're Wednesday fans" pointing at the rest around us. We were escorted to our own ground. The atmosphere that day was one of the best I ever heard at Sealand Rd, they were in all 4 sides and the place was bouncing. The Yorkshire clubs used to always bring a few fans and the likes of Bradford and Rotherham fans always wore Donkey Jackets and hob nailed boots.
Mate they dress like that to Weddings and Funerals too!
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Post by waggoner on May 21, 2020 8:42:35 GMT
We used to meet up on the Town Hall and walk down to the ground via Watergate St, that particular day the centre was all Blue and White. There were about 10 of us in our group but hundreds walking down and when we got to the racecourse a black Mariah pulled up, about 8 police jumped out and herded us up. A few were shouting "we're Chester" a policeman shouted back "they're Wednesday fans" pointing at the rest around us. We were escorted to our own ground. The atmosphere that day was one of the best I ever heard at Sealand Rd, they were in all 4 sides and the place was bouncing. The Yorkshire clubs used to always bring a few fans and the likes of Bradford and Rotherham fans always wore Donkey Jackets and hob nailed boots.
Mate they dress like that to Weddings and Funerals too! On the day it was bloody freezing and never went above -0c all day. The pitch was frozen along the stands. Bone hard it was. Our players were onto this and most wore Trainers (in fact there is no way a ref would have passed it fit to play these days, H&S and all that). Their players wore boots and as the first half progressed they one by one got changed into Trainers. I think it was Lee Chapman who sat on the path behind the goal changing his footwear at the Sealand end and got dogshit abuse off the faithful
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Post by sealandender on May 21, 2020 10:44:38 GMT
The guy outside the old stand shouting golden goal. These were tickets for correct score time. Never won 🙄
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Post by Old Seal on May 21, 2020 11:07:29 GMT
I remember getting chased to my car by Port Vale fans after we had won the Debenhams Cup. I was parked on the waste ground that became Kwiksave 😏
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Post by exiled on May 21, 2020 18:15:32 GMT
It's no wonder the teenagers were naturally fitter in the old days, we seemed to spend our time running from or after other fans. Not easy in a pair of doc Martins, skinners and a scarf tied around your wrist. The uniform of a fan in my day.
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Post by chesterken on May 21, 2020 19:00:12 GMT
I remember an away game at Mansfield in 1974 we were making our way towards the ground about 10 of us when we passed a pub that seemed to have a great atmosphere so we decided to nip in for a pre game pint, it was really noisy when we walked in and I was at the front so I got to the bar first. The barman was looking at me a bit strangely and I noticed it had suddenly gone very quiet , he said to me I think you lads had better turn around and leave ASAP. I looked around and the bar was full to the hilt with Mansfield fans , so we went out and all of us got a kick up the arse on the way out.😂
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Post by gezzer on May 22, 2020 7:56:38 GMT
It's no wonder the teenagers were naturally fitter in the old days, we seemed to spend our time running from or after other fans. Not easy in a pair of doc Martins, skinners and a scarf tied around your wrist. The uniform of a fan in my day. Part and parcel for most clubs in the early 80s. Remember we played Millwall (FA cup we won 1 - 0) a few weeks after a documentary on their "Treatment" and "F-Troop" hooligans, a few wore white surgical coats and we taunted them singing "Freddie the Dog is a Poodle" There was a heavy police presence that day, when we scored they charged the Sealand end a few broke through and there were scuffles, one of them got absolutely battered and while being escorted away by the police was praising our defence of our home end. Our own were called Inter City 125 (I think)
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Post by eyeswideopen on May 22, 2020 11:04:20 GMT
Without taking this thread into violence related stories further a slightly different angle, when we played Middlesbrough away in that Fa cup match at the Cellnet Riverside Stadium as it was called then. Two of us travelled up by car and remember seeing hundreds of Chester fans outside a pub on a busy A road, by the time we realised that was the pub we should have headed to there was no way to turn the car around. We headed off nearer to the ground. We parked up and found a pub and walked in, it went quiet like a Wild West pub I swear even the music stopped!! There were loads of boro fans in there. My mate said what do you reckon? So I says well there are far too many of them and I am too fat to run let’s just go the bar. Huge boro fan walks up to us and says You Chester fans? Errrr... yeah You know this is a boro pub? We realise that now yeah? What you two lads drinking? Unbelievable I thought I was going to get a right kicking, instead we swapped a couple of beers and a few stories too, really sound fellas. I even remember a few of them were a bit worried about the result, I think we had a few good results leading up to it and they were on a poor run, I said you have Ravenelli and Juninho in your team and you are worried about Kevin Noteman!!! For those who don’t know we lost six nil and Notemans penalty is still being observed by the International Space Station to this day.
edit, just looked at the fixtures for that season and six teams we played in that old division two went on to play in the premier league! Can you name them?
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Post by Frank Owen’s Paintbrush on May 22, 2020 11:27:01 GMT
Reminds me of the time I went to Sunderland for the first leg of the Worthington Cup tie in ‘98. Went with my dad, little brother and older cousin. My older cousin was in charge of getting the match tickets earlier in the week and had them safely stashed away in his glove box until the day of the game. Too safe. We’d driven all the way to the Stadium of Light before we realised the tickets were still in his car. No bother, apart from having to pay twice over for a 3-0 defeat.
Sunderland went on to win the First Division title that season with a then-record points tally.
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Post by waggoner on May 22, 2020 12:16:49 GMT
Without taking this thread into violence related stories further a slightly different angle, when we played Middlesbrough away in that Fa cup match at the Cellnet Riverside Stadium as it was called then. Two of us travelled up by car and remember seeing hundreds of Chester fans outside a pub on a busy A road, by the time we realised that was the pub we should have headed to there was no way to turn the car around. We headed off nearer to the ground. We parked up and found a pub and walked in, it went quiet like a Wild West pub I swear even the music stopped!! There were loads of boro fans in there. My mate said what do you reckon? So I says well there are far too many of them and I am too fat to run let’s just go the bar. Huge boro fan walks up to us and says You Chester fans? Errrr... yeah You know this is a boro pub? We realise that now yeah? What you two lads drinking? Unbelievable I thought I was going to get a right kicking, instead we swapped a couple of beers and a few stories too, really sound fellas. I even remember a few of them were a bit worried about the result, I think we had a few good results leading up to it and they were on a poor run, I said you have Ravenelli and Juninho in your team and you are worried about Kevin Noteman!!! For those who don’t know we lost six nil and Notemans penalty is still being observed by the International Space Station to this day. edit, just looked at the fixtures for that season and six teams we played in that old division two went on to play in the premier league! Can you name them? Swansea, Cardiff, Hull, Fulham, Brighton. Can't think of the 6th club
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Post by cameandabel on May 22, 2020 12:45:23 GMT
Without taking this thread into violence related stories further a slightly different angle, when we played Middlesbrough away in that Fa cup match at the Cellnet Riverside Stadium as it was called then. Two of us travelled up by car and remember seeing hundreds of Chester fans outside a pub on a busy A road, by the time we realised that was the pub we should have headed to there was no way to turn the car around. We headed off nearer to the ground. We parked up and found a pub and walked in, it went quiet like a Wild West pub I swear even the music stopped!! There were loads of boro fans in there. My mate said what do you reckon? So I says well there are far too many of them and I am too fat to run let’s just go the bar. Huge boro fan walks up to us and says You Chester fans? Errrr... yeah You know this is a boro pub? We realise that now yeah? What you two lads drinking? Unbelievable I thought I was going to get a right kicking, instead we swapped a couple of beers and a few stories too, really sound fellas. I even remember a few of them were a bit worried about the result, I think we had a few good results leading up to it and they were on a poor run, I said you have Ravenelli and Juninho in your team and you are worried about Kevin Noteman!!! For those who don’t know we lost six nil and Notemans penalty is still being observed by the International Space Station to this day. edit, just looked at the fixtures for that season and six teams we played in that old division two went on to play in the premier league! Can you name them? Swansea, Cardiff, Hull, Fulham, Brighton. Can't think of the 6th club Wigan would be the other.
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Post by sealandroadender on May 22, 2020 15:39:54 GMT
Being stoped by the police in Mansfield Town Centre because we hadn't travelled by official bus, "Jock" from Blacon (he was Scottish!) protesting his innocence telling the coppers he wasn't a fan but just in Mansfield on his holidays!!!!
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Post by sealandroadender on May 22, 2020 15:47:45 GMT
Me at 15 years old, 5th Round of the FA cup at Wolves, went with my dad, I was first through the turnstiles and got grabbed by three wolves fans demanding my scarf, knowing my dad was right behind me I gave them a load of lip!, I turned round and my dad wasn't there!!! They left me alone just after when police came by!! My dad came through minutes later non the wiser!!
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Post by exiled on May 22, 2020 16:59:57 GMT
Daryl Clare's mars bar celebration.
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Post by jabber on May 22, 2020 17:53:08 GMT
I think it was 1985 , getting promoted with a draw at Leyton Orient, went on a bus , binned that off and we found out the name of the hotel Chester and Harry macnally was staying , after loads of pubs we found it but was told they just left! Managed to get a lift from a van back to Blacon. A cracking away day ,I think that was the same game where a load of blues fans had a altercation with some United fans on a train but may be wrong
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Post by Ian H Block on May 22, 2020 18:04:31 GMT
I think it was 1985 , getting promoted with a draw at Leyton Orient, went on a bus , binned that off and we found out the name of the hotel Chester and Harry macnally was staying , after loads of pubs we found it but was told they just left! Managed to get a lift from a van back to Blacon. A cracking away day ,I think that was the same game where a load of blues fans had a altercation with some United fans on a train but may be wrong Yeah, it was a tremendous day out in London, one of the best and we did have an altercation with Man United fans at Crewe Station who were on their way home from Chelsea.
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Post by tonya on May 22, 2020 21:55:08 GMT
Dave Pountney’s home debut after signing from Shrewsbury. League Cup in August 1970, with all the Shrewsbury fans chanting “Pountney, reject....” repeatedly every time he got the ball. He picked the ball up on the halfway line, and with the loud Shrewsbury “Pountney reject” chants advanced forward and hit a screamer from fully 40 yards. It was still rising as it hit the back of the net. Best goal I ever saw at Sealand Road, particularly given the circumstances. Action speaks louder than words!! I saw that and i agree with you. It was a sort of out of world experience...unbelievable. I have since questioned myself at times thinking perhaps the memory has become exaggerated in my own mind over the years. So its good to hear you confirming it. And all the great light blue kit.
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Post by tonya on May 22, 2020 22:12:23 GMT
I remember getting chased to my car by Port Vale fans after we had won the Debenhams Cup. I was parked on the waste ground that became Kwiksave 😏 Probably best game i have seen Halcyon days doing my teaching post grad at Chester. Little work. Was able to watch Chester. American mate was doing a degree at LSE but stayed with me in Chester for about 4 months. He really got hooked on the footie. We went to Vale away and that victory. Rascist Vale bafoon shouting at Bob Delgado fell silent as Ian Howat i believe scored our winner.
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Post by tonya on May 22, 2020 22:17:50 GMT
Me at 15 years old, 5th Round of the FA cup at Wolves, went with my dad, I was first through the turnstiles and got grabbed by three wolves fans demanding my scarf, knowing my dad was right behind me I gave them a load of lip!, I turned round and my dad wasn't there!!! They left me alone just after when police came by!! My dad came through minutes later non the wiser!! Went to that in my Morris Minor. Studying (sort of) at Chester College. Got to ground late and ran with some Wolves fans who showed me the way. Told me to go in a different way as their fans out for trouble. I slotted in amongst cloth cap Woodbine smokers. Saw Ian Edwards hit the bar. We were better than them and lost 1-0. Trouble after the game. Scary ground.
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Post by Deleted on May 23, 2020 8:24:28 GMT
Any body used to get the bus outside the odeon to go to the ground. I say bus but there was more than one. We used to kick off at 3.15.it was a mad rush out of the coach and horses to get the last bus. Rarely got in before kick off.
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Post by Churton Blue on May 23, 2020 8:48:35 GMT
I remember getting chased to my car by Port Vale fans after we had won the Debenhams Cup. I was parked on the waste ground that became Kwiksave 😏 Probably best game i have seen Halcyon days doing my teaching post grad at Chester. Little work. Was able to watch Chester. American mate was doing a degree at LSE but stayed with me in Chester for about 4 months. He really got hooked on the footie. We went to Vale away and that victory. Rascist Vale bafoon shouting at Bob Delgado fell silent as Ian Howat i believe scored our winner. It was a great match. Having lost the away leg 2-0 and away goals counting double we were looking good going 2-0 up and well on top looking for the winner. Then they pulled one back and the feeling of deflation needing two late goals to win. The elation of getting those goals to win 4-3 !
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Post by Churton Blue on May 23, 2020 8:59:37 GMT
Me at 15 years old, 5th Round of the FA cup at Wolves, went with my dad, I was first through the turnstiles and got grabbed by three wolves fans demanding my scarf, knowing my dad was right behind me I gave them a load of lip!, I turned round and my dad wasn't there!!! They left me alone just after when police came by!! My dad came through minutes later non the wiser!! Went to that in my Morris Minor. Studying (sort of) at Chester College. Got to ground late and ran with some Wolves fans who showed me the way. Told me to go in a different way as their fans out for trouble. I slotted in amongst cloth cap Woodbine smokers. Saw Ian Edwards hit the bar. We were better than them and lost 1-0. Trouble after the game. Scary ground. Went on the train. Stood behind the goal where Edwards hit the bar. Paul Richardson was the best player on the pitch and we very unlucky to get beat having dominated long periods of the first half. Pitch was a mud bath which probably suited us. Strange feeling on the way home of being very proud of the performance but the disappointment of losing in the 5th Round.
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Post by rcb on May 23, 2020 10:12:32 GMT
Went to that in my Morris Minor. Studying (sort of) at Chester College. Got to ground late and ran with some Wolves fans who showed me the way. Told me to go in a different way as their fans out for trouble. I slotted in amongst cloth cap Woodbine smokers. Saw Ian Edwards hit the bar. We were better than them and lost 1-0. Trouble after the game. Scary ground. Went on the train. Stood behind the goal where Edwards hit the bar. Paul Richardson was the best player on the pitch and we very unlucky to get beat having dominated long periods of the first half. Pitch was a mud bath which probably suited us. Strange feeling on the way home of being very proud of the performance but the disappointment of losing in the 5th Round. Was that the train that was held outside Wolverhampton station for ages, and then we all had a police escort from the station to their ground?
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Post by rcb on May 23, 2020 10:16:32 GMT
Dave Pountney’s home debut after signing from Shrewsbury. League Cup in August 1970, with all the Shrewsbury fans chanting “Pountney, reject....” repeatedly every time he got the ball. He picked the ball up on the halfway line, and with the loud Shrewsbury “Pountney reject” chants advanced forward and hit a screamer from fully 40 yards. It was still rising as it hit the back of the net. Best goal I ever saw at Sealand Road, particularly given the circumstances. Action speaks louder than words!! I saw that and i agree with you. It was a sort of out of world experience...unbelievable. I have since questioned myself at times thinking perhaps the memory has become exaggerated in my own mind over the years. So its good to hear you confirming it. And all the great light blue kit. Best goal I’ve seen on the Welsh pitch was Matty McGinn’s equaliser, 5 minutes from time, against Northwich. Shame such memorable goals only come along every 50 years or so, but that’s what makes them so special. Combination of a brilliant strike coupled with the meaning and emotion of the moment.
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Post by Old Seal on May 23, 2020 10:28:22 GMT
I went to the Wolves game with three friends in my Hillman Imp. The cylinder head went just outside Whitchurch. We walked to Prees where we got a taxi to Molyneux at 3pm but they wouldn't let us in. We stood outside until the final whistle and then had to get the train home. All in all a bad day 😕
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Post by Churton Blue on May 23, 2020 11:30:04 GMT
Went on the train. Stood behind the goal where Edwards hit the bar. Paul Richardson was the best player on the pitch and we very unlucky to get beat having dominated long periods of the first half. Pitch was a mud bath which probably suited us. Strange feeling on the way home of being very proud of the performance but the disappointment of losing in the 5th Round. Was that the train that was held outside Wolverhampton station for ages, and then we all had a police escort from the station to their ground? Hard to remember but don't think so. Went with a mate who lived in Holt who was a Sheffield Utd fan but fancied going. We got a train from Wrexham station which was easier for both of us. I think I remember going on a club special train to Hereford where we all got a police escort to and from the ground. In those days at Hereford you did need it !
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Post by oldsealandroadender on May 23, 2020 13:32:39 GMT
I remember Sheffield United coming to Sealand Road for a league game about 1979. It wasn't often that the Sealand Road end was overrun but United fans were everywhere in a larger than normal attendance. For the sake of safety what Chester fans that were on that end congregated in the top left hand corner. I had said to my young nephew who was with me that if Chester score just keep quiet. It was late in the game and Sheffield United were winning 1-0. Then Chester only went and equalised and we all went mental, sod the consequences. We were ok followed by a sharp exit at the final whistle.
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Post by eyeswideopen on May 23, 2020 13:36:20 GMT
Swansea, Cardiff, Hull, Fulham, Brighton. Can't think of the 6th club Wigan would be the other. Is correct
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Post by thestanchion on May 23, 2020 14:15:29 GMT
I went to the Wolves game with three friends in my Hillman Imp. The cylinder head went just outside Whitchurch. We walked to Prees where we got a taxi to Molyneux at 3pm but they wouldn't let us in. We stood outside until the final whistle and then had to get the train home. All in all a bad day 😕 At least you got there. We lived in York at the time and were running a bit late [wife's fault] . Desperate to get to Molyneux on time I overdid the rpm on my Hillman Minx and it shattered a piston on the M62. Rest assured I derive no comfort from your similar automotive problems. They were great days for football, but cars were crap.
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