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  1. owls Given Bye Against Bury. A lighthearted view...no offence meant.Better late than never. Having gained promotion last season Bury seemed to have been on the up then the manager, Ryan Lowe, left to take over as manager at Plymouth. Lowe then went on to sign almost half the promoted Bury team. This,added to the financial goings on at Gigg Lane, it was quite evident The Shakers would be struggling this season. In the draw for the second round of the Carabao Cup Bury were drawn to play away at sheffield wednesday. Its a pity Bury were unable to fulfil the fixture because the money they'd have got from the 3000 gate could have helped them to partly pay the cleaners and programme sellers who have lost their employment at Bury. There was also the probability of Bury causing a minor (giant) killing, a shaking at Gillsborough with a win...possibly penalties. I had seriously considered bunging some dosh in to help save Bury. If I had of done, I'd of asked for a receipt as proof that I had done so. That way my word couldn't have been doubted. Ah well, its too late now The Shakers are now sadly dead and Buryed. I believe the fatal mistake Bury made was that they didn't have an account with The Co-operative Bank. Anyway, I spent some time thinking when the last time one of the Sheffield clubs had received a Bye. After seventeen wasted hours it finally dawned upon me, it had been staring me in the face all those hours...sheffield wednesday. The owls had received TWO BYES at the end of last season. It was when The Blades sealed promotion to the top league and Blades fans were heard to be singing and seen to be waving BYE BYE to the white and blue team who are not situated in the heart of the city. Mind the gorge. Mooks, I don't remember Muddlesbrough stepping in with a few quid to help clubs such as Maidstone in the 90s, but I do remember them paying Fabrizio Ravanelli a fortune (42,000 per week?). Ya got a short memory ye have.
  2. Who's going to be the new swfc manager? A lighthearted view. Nothing to get worked up about. Despite doing a fine job in steadying the sampan at gillsborough in a short space of time, Steve Bruce is now being railed by ungrateful owls fans, here on Sheffield Forum. The only 'crime' Pork Pie Steve has committed is to move to a bigger and better club...Spewcastle United. Porky Steve has got form in jumping ship, so sheffield wednesday should have taken that into account afore employing him in the first plaice. A tiresome Forum owl who demanded that Mr Bruce be given the job, is now demanding that Big Sam Alacarte be given the job as manager at gillsborough. To prevent owls fans from further misery, which they would get under big Sam, I have decided to apply for the vacancy as manager. If I'm successful in my application, I will be taking as my number two a man with an excellent knowledge of football...Ridgewalk. Mr Ridgewalk will be replacing Lee Bullneck, who has been part of the problem whilst working with wednesday's previous managers. My next move will be to ban owls 'hero' Brian Laws from further commentating on match days, what an embarrassing, jinxing, trunt he is. Below, please read my letter of application. To the secretary, sheffield wednesday football club unlimited, hillsborough, Nr.Sheffield. Dear Sir, I understand from reading the latest issue of Floodlight News, that you are now in search of a new first team manager. I'm your man, no question. It is true that I have no experience at managing a professional football team but then again, neither had Chris Wilder before he took on his first job and he hasn't done too badly, has he? Johnny Cruyff, Rod Atkinson, Kenny Keegan, Keith Dalglish, they all had to start somewhere. It is also true that I have never played professional football, but I did once score six goals playing for Birley County School against Markland school, in Creswell, in the mid 60's, after which even our poxy-eyed headmaster was heard to say: "The boy done well." This, I was led to understand, was an all-time school record. Our team sometimes went half a season without scoring so many. Hand on heart, I must admit that two of the goals were on the iffy side, or even on the offy side, another was slightly mis-hit, and the Markland goalie wasn't at his absolute best that day, but a record's a record. I should perhaps warn you that if I get the job I shall only be able to work afternoons. I like to have a lie-in seven mornings a week, but if the buses are on time, I could be down at the ground for half past one or two most days. If need be, you could send one of your club owned taxi's to pick me up. And I might not be able to get to all the team's matches if, for example, it's my wife's birthday, or there's something special I want to see on TV, or if there's a quiz on at the pub up the road. But I'll try to be there. I'm very good at handling the media. I'm on personal terms with quite a lot of them, and I know all their favourite tipples, so nudge-nudge, nuff said, there'll be no problems on the publicity front. My number two and I will soon have the club back to where it truly belongs. The sardines also taste salty in foggy Fleetwood, and even in murky Morecambe. One other thing: I'm very reasonable. Take the lowest offer you get from anybody else, and however many thousands of pounds he's asking per week, I'll do it for half as many. You can't say fairer than that, can you? Yours most sportingly. Zakerious Zakes.
  3. Abbeydale Grammar School For Girls 1964/5 I wish I'd have been your Head-boy lol. I noticed some of you were trying to remember names of your teachers. I hope this list helps. I like to be helpful.
  4. Here you are gents...teachers and wages / the school....Any memories.
  5. A list of teachers frum 1964/5 [1 & 2]
  6. Here is list of teachers and salaries. I wonder if the Edward Ring in the list is the same Mr Ring who later taught Science at my school in 1968/9, Hurlfield.
  7. Anyone got any memories of TA Royal Engineers? Apologies for having kept you waiting, I don't post much now on the Forum since its unnecessary (in my opinion) format change. I much preferred it as it was. It seems quite evident many missing others feel the same way too. Part 3 Cooking course. One Tuesday evening in Autumn 1972 at Somme barracks...106 Squadron Royal Engineers, I was taken to the side and was told that cooking courses were available at Strensall training camp, just north of York. I was immediately interested in enhancing my culinary skills so I jumped at the chance. At hooam I'd become a dab-hand at cheese on tooast, fried eggs, and boiled eggs, and I thought the cooking course would(could) be the gateway to me becoming the head chef at the Waldorf Hotel, in London Lol. The course was to be spread over 6 week-ends. Within a few weeks everything had been arranged, and I was enlisted on the cooking course. I was looking forward to eventually showing mi Mum how to really cook a roast joint properly, and to show her how to cook vegetables too. Mum always had the habit of over-cooking vegetables, thus making them soggy which caused the loss of vitamins in them. Each Saturday I was to be picked up at Somme barracks in an army minibus, a Morris JC or similar. After palling-up with the driver on the journey to Strensall, and on the return journey to Sheffield the next day, I talked the driver into dropping me off at hooam at Gleadless Townend from the second week onwards. The journey to Strensall entailed a diversion to Dewsbury to pick up two other 'Waldorf candidates'. Lol. All told, there were in the region of twelve part-time soldiers on the cooking course. During the first Saturday afternoon at Strensall, we budding chefs were given a talk by an officer, regarding cooking, hygiene, ordering food and stock taking (I don't mean stealing stock...OXO). We were also issued with our own personal cookbook..a wad of typed-up pages, each section a different coloured page. After the long instructional talk each of us was then free to do whatever they wished. some read books, others went to the Mess for a few beers. The practical part of our course would be on the following day..Sunday. Interlude: During my time on the course there were times of laughter often caused by practical jokes. I'd like to relate two incidents I recall where I became the victim. At the time of the two happenings I didn't see the funny side, but it didn't take long before I did see the funny side of the pranks. LOL. 1. Returning to our barrack room from the Mess on that first Saturday evening, I and one other were in a slight boozed up state. With the lights out, I slowly opened the door which made a squeaking sound. This caused us pair to quietly giggle. One of the other blokes from the course was loudly snoring (or pretending to). This caused us to giggle again. Having removed our shoes we walked about in the darkness in search of our bed's. Having undressed I climbed onto mi bed. The bed then wobbled like a boat on uncalm waters, then it suddenly collapsed. The metal frame with the bedsprings in it crashed loudly to the wooden floor. This came as no small shock to me, I was stunned.There was suddenly a very loud roar of laughter from the other occupants of the barrack room. Seconds later, the bedstead of my drinking pal also loudly collapsed when he put his weight on his bed. Whilst we had been out drinking the others fellows had thought it a good idea to loosen the bolts holding the beds together. Chuffs!!! Lol. 2. During the second or third week of the course I had another prank played on me. I had returned from the Mess, had gotten undressed, then gave the bed a shake to test whether the bolts had been loosened. Satisfied that all was okay I made to climb into bed. I couldn't get into bed. There was a loud roar of laughter,then one of the other bloke's switched on the lights then everyone could see me looking somewhat bemused. The buggers had remade my bed in Apple Pie fashion. The only option open to me was to strip the blankets and sheets from the bed and to re-make it. lol. To be continued.
  8. Did Ansell's brewery have any pubs in Sheffield? I recently purchased in Bakewell this Home Ales item,a water jug that can easily be turned into a beer jug. Lol. During the sealing of the £3 deal, I mentioned that I used to drink Home Ale in The White Hart in Eckington in the early 70s. The seller chuckled on hearing this, then went on to say that he used to drink Home Ales when he lived in Peterborough at a pub also called The White Hart. Lol. He also sold to me this Teachers vessel forra £1. A cuppla weeks ago I went to a record fair in Leeds. We got a bit lost looking for the social club we'd be selling at. Anyway, we were driving up Wellington Street,and I saw a pub on the right with large letters advertising Tetley. Etched in the glass of a side window was a motif of Melbourne Ales.. a blast from the past. Because we were in a rush we didn't get to see the name of the pub. Was Melbourne beer ever sold in Sheffield? I believe Melbourne beer was bought out by Tetley around 1960 time.
  9. June 1966. part 2. On a recent walk it was a delight to come across two birds I had never knowingly seen before, one a linnet, the other a whitethroat. The linnet was the more positively identified. At first sight it seemed to be a baby robin but I knew the answer to the quiz question, 'how far up does a robin's red go'? This bird's red breast did not go that far. Not only that, there was a clear hint of cleavage, the red colour dividing down the middle and a separate touch of a deeper bluey-red topped the head. Too soon it flew off, leaving a memory of a pretty, almost exotic little creature. At the time I had no idea what the bird was, apart from wandering if it was a redstart. I needed to get to Frecheville library to hunt through the pictures of their bird books. At the library I spotted another interesting bird...fully breasted and long legged, called Patricia. The blushing Patricia kindly directed me to the bird book section. On page 87 in the book, Birds of the Field and Forest, I found a picture of a linnet. The picture confirmed what I'd seen earlier that day. The books were not as helpful when it came to whitethroats; they differ over whether the back is grey or brown. A small slim bodied bird, I saw it as pale brown with an almost white belly, hopping along a path in a grassy green garden. It was in the same garden that I saw the linnet, perched on a recently clipped gorse bush on the new Newstead estate. It is ironic that people seek to walk in the wilder areas only to find such birds as these amongst manicured lawns and flowerbeds. For those who may be itching to know the answer to the quiz question, a robin's red reaches right above the eyes to the forehead. The linnet has a notably sweet song. I've heard it.
  10. June 1966. part 1. June is a peaceful month in the countryside. Most of the birds have successfully reared one nest of chicks and some are sitting a second clutch of eggs. The very wet weather that we had earlier in the year did not affect the hare's breeding programme. The leverets are now nearly full grown and in good health. This cannot be said about the rabbit population. It has once again been decimated by the killer disease Myxamatosis. The ever increasingly grown crops of oil rape seed make near perfect cover for most of the ground dwelling wildlife and with it's vivid yellow flowers it makes a startling contrast to the usual patchwork of green. It is light very early in the morning now. The best time to study wildlife, animals and birds alike. I know of three different places where to watch the kingfisher. Sometimes just a flash of blue is all you may see as the bird dives into the water, but by standing still and quiet you can watch this expert fisherman at work. A host of early summer flowers are now appearing; honeysuckle, dog rose, ragged robin, buttercups, red and white clover and countless others are contributing their colours to make the countryside a beautiful place. A June motto; "Mist in May and heat in June Bring all things into tune".
  11. Germs 1966. Having awoken in playful mood, Zakes, aged 12, undrew his bedroom curtains to let in the light of a new day. Having had a tiddle, and a quick wesh in the bathroom, Zakes arrived in the kitchen downstairs, because he didn't live in a bungalow. Dad and Mum Zakes were sat at the sky-blue pink coloured formica-topped dining table. They had already breakfasted, and were now reading. Dad Zakes was studying the horse-racing form in the Saturday issue of the Daily Sketch. Mum Zakes was reading with envious eyes, the latest issue of the Parade nuddy magazine. Having loudly harrumphed, Zakes cheerfully good morninged the pair. He received the usual response. . . no response. As it was Saturday, Mum Zakes would be soon setting-off to do the family's weekly shop, at the Castle Market, in town. Mum Zakes always bought Dutch cheese, German quark, French rye bread, Danish bacon, and British broken biscuits. Dad Zakes would also be going into town, to have a bet on the horses, and to drink a pint or three of beer. Dad Zakes enjoyed drinking Stones Best Bitter, because it tasted somewhat 'gritty', and because it was as smooth as a pebble. Dad Zakes once had a bad case of gall Stones, when he had gotten bladder-ed at the Rock Inn, in Crane Moor. He later had a relapse at the Rock Inn, in Green Moor. Dad Zakes was never seen in Pistmoor, nor in Dixon Lane, in Sheffield. Zakes would be going to the matinee at the Rex picture palace, in Intake, if he could manage to cadge a Florin off his dad. The money would cover the cost of admission, spice, an ice-cream, and a good sized bag of scraps from the chip-hole, on his way back to home. ----------------------------- On the dining table atween the two readers, was a half loaf of Hovis brown bread. Zakes reached atween the two perusers to snatch up the loaf. The writing on the wrapping said. . . 'Hovis is the slice of life'. It also said. . . 'Hovis is the foundation of sturdy health and leaping energy'. Further reading revealed that Hovis bread had wheat germ in it. This confused Zakes, causing him to knit his eyebrows together. He wanted immediate explanation as to why so called healthy bread had germ(s) in it. Zakes - "Dad, this bag of Hovis bread says its got wheat germ(s) in it, surely that's poison. Why are you two still alive. Is it a slow-killing poison?" Dad Zakes - "No son, you have got the wrong end of the loaf. Hovis bread isn't poisonous. Wheat germ is the vitamin-rich embryo of the wheat kernel, which is largely removed before milling and is used in bread and cereals, as a food supplement. The bread doesn't contain wheat rust, nor does it contain wheatworm, so its safe to (wh)eat. And please cease coming out with your eloquent outpourings of wisdom. " Zakes was still confused. Zakes - "When we lived on Hackenthorpe, dad, I used to go to the fields behind Carr Forge Road, then I went down to the Shirebrook river. On my way there, there was a big wheat field full of wheat, and I saw lots of birds swooping down from the sky, to eat wheat from the field. I thought the birds were Corn Buntings, but when I got home and looked in my Observer's Book of Birds, I found out the birds were actually Wheatears. The next time I went to the wheat field, which was two days later, the Wheatears weren't there anymore, I had waited ages for them. Do you think that Germ(s)many could have sent German spies to scatter German germs onto the wheat field? That would explain why I didn't ever see the Wheatears again. Them German trunts poisoned our birds, dad!" Dad Zakes - "Don't be daft, son, the Germans wouldn't dare come to poison our birds. Mr. Churchill shewed them German trunts the error of their ways over twenty years ago. They won't be bothering us, or our birds again. Here, have a taste of this slice of nice Hovis bread." Zakes - "I hope this 'Hovis slice of life' doesn't cost me my life. If I go all green, then fall to the floor, phone 999 for an ambulance, and may God save me. Please don't be a devil by phoning 666, it could be a matter of loaf and death. " Zakes took a tentative bite of the proffered slice of Hovis. It tasted nice, very nice, wholesome and wheatsome. . yummy. ----------------- Zakes - "Mum, when you've quite finished browsing through my magazine, I want to ask you summat. Can I have a party, I want to invite my pals, and my pal-esses?" Mum Zakes - "I'll let you have a party on condition you promise to mend your ways. I suppose you'll be wanting me to buy loads of fancy things like, eclairs, vanilla slices, elephants foots, other buns, ice-cream etc?" Zakes - "Oh, no, Mum. I want a basic party, nothing extravagant, just a nice little get together for 34 lads and lasses. I've had a quick think about the food we'd like to have. It consists of. . . 1 large pack of 'hundreds and thousands', Mr. Whippy, Mr. Softee, Mr. Taggy, Mr. Cuneo, and Mr. Ronksley always sprinkle them on my cornets of ice-cream. 6 packs of double-wrapped Kraft margarine. 1/2d for a half-pound packet, it spreads smoothly even when cold. Quality counts, when its Kraft. 1 crate of Pepsi-Cola, Its more than refreshing! There's Pep-Pep-Pep in Pepsi-Cola. Try Pepsi when you're thirsty. 13 packets of Jacob's Fig Rolls. Hungry boys at work like Jacob's Fig Roll biscuits. Rich fruit baked in a biscuit. 12 loaves of Hovis wheat germ bread, it tastes great, Mum. " "When you've bought that lot Mum, I'll give you three simple recipes, so simple, even you'll be able to do them. " Mum Zakes - "Tell me the recipes now, so I can set mi mind on how to do them. " Zakes - "OK Mum, here goes. " Fairy Food: "Sprinkle 'hundreds and thousands' onto slices of Hovis bread, already smeared with Kraft margarine, then cut in star and diamond shapes. Children are enchanted with this. " Butter-Bunnies: "Hovis bread slices already smeared with Kraft margarine. With a large rabbit-shaped biscuit cutter, cut the Hovis bread into entertaining rabbit shapes. " A treat for every day: "1 breadknife, sharp. 1 Butter knife, blunt or sharp. 3 loaves of Hovis wheat germ bread. Lots of creamy Kraft margarine. " "With breadknife, cut thin slices of Hovis bread. With Butter-knife, add Kraft margarine generously to the Hovis bread. Continue until the Hovis bread, and Kraft margarine are exhausted, spent, used-up. Children are mad about the taste of Hovis wheat germ bread. " ------------------------------ Minutes later. Zakes - " Mum, I'm hungry, can I have some breakfast, please. " Mum Zakes - "Yes son, would you like to have a bowl of Shredded Wheat, I think its got germ in it. I've got fresh milk too. Start your day the healthful way. " Zakes (smirking) - Yoik!! No Mum, I'd rather have a bowl of germless Wheatear-bix instead. " Mum Zakes (irked) - Wallop! Zakes (in pain) - "Ouch! ! " 2 hours later. Zakes was trotting along Birley Moor Road, heading toward the Rex flicks, in Intake. His red left-ear was still hearing the Bells of ST. Martin, but he wore the smile of a cheeky Cheshire cat. Zakes was so pleased with himself, having sown the wheat to deliberately wind-up his parents. . . Once agean! ! Ha-Ha-Ha. ----------------------------------- Zakes' party went down a treat on the following weekend. . . The food was heavenly. The girls were willing. The Yardbirds played, their Heart(S)Full of Soul, on the two-tone grey and red Dansette record-player.
  12. swfc v Luton I recall the wednesday v Chelsea cup tie of 1973. Here is a pic of the celebrations after the wednesday goal, scored by Roy Coyle. Sunley and Joicey joining in the fun. Here is a pic of Osgood scoring the Chelsea winner, with Clements, Prophett and Grummitt ball-wetching. With Osgood not being fully recognisable on the pic, here are 2 other photos of him 1 2 . I don’t have a pic of Bill Garner scoring the first Chelsea goal. Instead, here is a pic of Garner having scored against Leicester City, with Steve Kember joining in the celebrations. post 56. Albert Smith. A Baaarnsley supporter I believe. Vic Mobley, the player who received a career ending injury in the 1966 semi against Chelsea, at Villa Park, managed to continue playing at wednesday for a further two years or so. He was then transferred to QPR in 1969 for £55, 000. During his 2 years at QPR an often injured Mobley played in a couple of dozen or so matches, then retired from playing. QPR then tried to sue sheffield wednesday, claiming compensation. I don’t know the outcome of the claim. In my opinion, a buying club should give a would be new signing a rigorous medical before signing him. If QPR didn’t detect any problems with Mobley at his medical, then surely they have no valid claim against sheffield wednesday for selling them a croc. Mobley left QPR in 197 1(5 years after a career ending injury), then emigrated to New Zealand. Kiwis can’t fly. I liked the barrel-chested Vic Mobley as a player, and he willingly signed autographs. Three pics of 'brave lad' Vic Mobley. 1 2 3. Vic Mobley's younger brother, David, was also a player at Gillsborough, but as far as I know he didn’t play in the first team. I did see him occasionally playing in the stiffs though. He was a reight-back. Young Mobley later went on to better things by playing first team football with Grimsby Town. He later played for non-league Macclesfield. post 18. Rogets. Nah then Rogets, I enjoy most of your posts, they are quite amusing. Your posts are far more humourous than the posts of your fellow owl. . . the one who has his bedroom decorated in Glenn Hoddle print wallpaper. Anyway, you mentioned Scunthorpe. I remember the day Scunthorpe went to Gillsborough in January 1970. The match was an FA cup-tie with Scunthorpe running out as easy winners, winning 2-1. Jack Whitham scored in the early minutes for the home team. John Barker equalised for Scunny about the 20 minute mark. The goal was a daring diving header, but Barker got kicked in the head by a clumsy Colin Prophett. Concussed Barker was then taken off to hospital. About the 70 minute mark, Nigel Cassidy [1 2 3] scored with a header to give Scunthorpe a well deserved FA cup victory. At the time, Scunthorpe were in the old 4th Division, and wednesday were in the top league, the old first division. wednesday didn’t put out a weakened team on that memorable day. A 19 year old Kevin Keegan played in the Scunthorpe team that day [1 2]. Strangely enough, the match was covered by Anglia Television. Did wednesday get relegated that season? wednesday have a good chance of beating Chelsea in the next round, as long as you don’t put out a weakened team. W. A. W. A. W. code.
  13. Old/closed Irish pubs. 1. Yes Ontarian, it was the Queens Head [2] (Whitbread), although I think The Coach & Hosses (Tetley) would have been more suitable for caravan dwellers. lol. They could have also tried out The Travellers (possibly Stones) . 2. The Red House (Wards) on Solly Street, was a pub I often visited at dinner time for a pint of shandy and a sandwich in 1972-73ish. I worked around the corner at Francis Colley (industrial clothing), on Garden Street. This was the area where St. Vincent's and the priest training place was (is). The Francis Colley building is still there (2 years ago), now a Sheffield University department. The University seems to be taking over Sheffield, with the indigenous working-class Sheffielders being pushed to the outskirts of the city. Is this a form of ethnic cleansing, or is it a case of discrimination? lol. I recall one visit to The Red House when Bill and Thelma ran the pub. Thelma originated from Strabane, Northern Ireland. On this particular visit an amusing thing happened. When I went into the pub Bill had his back turned to the entrance. When he became aware somebody (me) had come in, he turned around and we both immediately noticed we were both wearing identical ties. Bill then asked me, "Have you been in my wardrobe?" lol. I recall seeing many Irishmen in this pub in the early 70s. I've been telled The Red House has now been turned into a shop. Has it? With all the Lego block type buildings that have gone up, I suppose the area has now become a non-spewdent free zone. 3. The Grapes (Tetley), Trippet Lane. I was in this pub during this year. In the room immediately to the right were Irish persons strumming guitars. One lass started to 'sing' which drove me to the beer garden/back yard to drink my pint of Guinness in peace. My previous visit to this pub was much better because the Guinness was at a warmer temperature. I don't like ice-cold drinks. Mi stomach can't take it, and neither can an elephant's. Edit; I've just been in The Grapes again in the last few days. Guinness is now back to the temperature I prefer £3:50 a pint. 4. Dog & Partridge (Tetley), Trippet Lane. This pub was a warm welcoming pub when Mrs Flynn had it. There were plenty of Irish in there playing fiddles, guitars, banjos and penny-whistles... a brilliant pub. Now the place is not as good as it was. 5. The Pheasant (Tetley), now Barry's Bar, London Road. During afternoons at the turn of this century there were many old Irishmen drinking in this pub. . 99p per pint of bitter. Most of these Irishmen were hobbling about (possible gout sufferers). When these men spoke with each other, they were constantly swearing. Well, that is not very Godly. It seemed to me that none of them had had their secondary education taught to them at De La Salle College. No Irish music was played in this pub as far as I know. 6. Alpha Hotel (sold Stones and John Smiths), Wostenholm Road, Nether Edge. Friday nights in this place were brilliant. Loads of Irish blokes and lasses singing and playing a variety of musical instruments. It was all off-the-cuff-stuff. Lots of jokes and anecdotes were also told. Memorable times in the latter part of the 1990s.. suppin' til 01:30. 7. Alexandra Hotel (Stones), Exchange Street. This pub in the 1970s had a snooker table and served a great pint of Stoooonses. In the late 90s the pub was struggling and became an Irish community type pub. The pub had various political posters plastered upon the interior walls, including one with a big red hand on it. The pub even flew the Tricolour flag from the roof. Inside the pub there wasn't any music played (there may have been concerts in the evenings), but the Irish customers entertained themselves with quiet, but polite conversation. On a positive note. Serving behind the bar (where else?) was a woman of West Indian descent. She was a very friendly person and we had a good natter. She served me a plate of stew with mi drink. She told me her mum had created the recipe when she lived in the Windies. That plate of stew tasted unbelievably delicious. 8. Fagans aka The Barrel (Tetley), Broad Lane. This is an okay pub. I only visit this pub very occasionally, its a bit off the beaten track. I've been in when Irish have been playing music. 9. The Aberdeen House, Aberdeen Street/Upper Hanover Street. I never went to this pub, but I've been told loads of Irish workers were regulars, 60s. The only Irish music I'll listen to is by Phil Coulter, Enya, and some old aquaintances of mine... The Dubliners 1 2 3 4 5.
  14. Pond Street shops. St. Petre post 55. Lol, Yep, the teams always arrived at Midland station in time to catch the 18:00 train back to London from platform 6. The London clubs plus Southampton, Brighton and Portsmouth caught the 18:00 train after playing in Sheffield on a Saturday. The teams usually arrived at about quart' to six. Some players bought the Green ‘Un that was usually out at that time. The only times I can remember when teams got the train with only a few minutes to spare were.. Luton and Southampton. Luton had lost 2-1 at Bramall Lane in 1971, and Malcolm McDonald was being a mardy bum at the station. Eric Morcambe was somewhat deflated, but did sign autographs. There was a photo of him in one of the football annuals in an article about him being chairman at Luton Town. As for Southampton, they came to the station having played at sheffield wednesday in 1968-69 season. There were traffic jams in Sheffield that tea-time due to the weather conditions. I remember at the match, snowflakes were falling the size of 5 Bob pieces. I think the match ended 1-1. Believe it or not, teams like Gillingham and Brentford caught the 18:00 train in Sheffield, after playing away at Rotherham. I remember the Gillingham chairman, Sir Basil Haywood signing a photo of himself for me. It was an article about him in the Football League Review, a freebie magazine in football programmes. Welsh teams usually got their train home from platform 8. For more football snippets please refer to one of my threads. . . Collecting Autographs.
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