Do you remember when we pretty much played the same 11 every week. The numbers on their shirts were 1-11. There was 1 sub. If you drew in a cup game there was e replay. No sipping liquids at every opportunity. Bookings and sending offs were a big deal. You got results on a transistor radio. You could stand up and watch the game and a have a beer at half time. The away coaches parked right outside the ground. Good memories
Those were the days!! The numbers on the shirts these days, what are they 1 to 30 something (or more)?
i like squad numbers, i hate the three substitutes and a choice of substitutes it so massively helps the bigger clubs, replays were brilliant an on the wednesday night after the saturday, not a week and a half later, i love getting the results immediately on line, and I never ever drink at the game. so some and some really..... but replays and subs, we should turn back the clock and also revert to the old offside law, i saw a game on MOTD when a player was in offside position then moments later was deemed not offside but would n't have been where he was if he hadn't been offside when the ball went forward, hence he just had to be intefereing with play and it smacked of goal hanging and that is what offside was introduced to stop.
And teams should have a home strip, and an away strip. There is no need for flaming Coral or whatever it was. Huddersfield could have played in their blue and white stripes and when we play Millwall and Blackburn there's no colour clash if we play in our white shirts and black shorts. But we won't.
I can remember when there were no substitutes and precious few spectators on the Thames side, then completely open, even when we were in the old first Division. One year we only just avoided relegation following a series of 0-1 losses at the Cottage to among others, Cardiff and for that game my dad, my uncle and I standing on the terrace had literally no one within five yards of us.
But my most powerful memory of those times was not about the football, but the - to me - wonderful smell of wood as one passed the Hammersmith end, with then a timber yard right next to the ground.
That and the fact that my dad, who had a very ordinary job, could afford to take me every fortnight, such were the ticket prices. I doubt dads in comparable jobs now can afford the current prices for themselves and a kid. But there again, fish and chips for two, take away, last night was £16.40 from our local shop.
Shirts 1 to 11 and no sub
+ rattles, pipe smoke,real victim and wagon wheels
Real bovril .... and no ffing predictive text
Every fan knew the team of every club in their division. It was usually the same 11 and sub and we knew every player in every squad. Now I have trouble knowing who the England players are and what club they come from.
I enjoyed the football in those days far more than now. Today it's full of spoilt cheating wimps always arguing the toss with referees, and the standard of referees these days are so much worse, and the few pundits that were around were impartial and didn't talk Bolox in favour of the big clubs like they do today.
No queues outside the medical room looking for an excuse not to play. Even when there were no subs at all, and all eleven stayed on the pitch for 90 mins and didn't feign injury. These days some players only play half a game and some people say they need a rest, you couldn't make it up.
Obviously it wasn't all happy days, but for me it was far better times.
I remember all that but come on the referees were never any better than they are today. Some of them were a lot worse
As seen by the FFC v Chelsea and Newcastle games, football has vastly improved but the experience is, at least for me, far less enjoyable. The theatrics of players, the time wasting (effectively cheating the paying fan), the seemingly obligatory crossing their chest and pointing to the sky before coming on or after scoring leaves me completely frustrated. Also hate the way that any player whose hair gets touched goes down as if they have been clubbed with a baseball bat.
Quote from: Andy S on February 02, 2020, 11:01:40 PM
I remember all that but come on the referees were never any better than they are today. Some of them were a lot worse
In your opinion.
Ref. Kirkpatrick running backwards
The ref always wore black,and was likely a bit tubby and slow, holding down a full-time job, and just reffing to be involved in the game.
There certainly wasn't the controversy about decisions there is now, with every call endlessly replayed for tv. Players used to accept the ref's decision, and didn't go down all the time feigning they'd been fouled and rolling about holding their head - this would have been frowned upon by teammates, as well as fans.
Percy Dalton's Roasted Peanuts was the snack bought before the games from vendors outside the ground, and the terraces were littered with empty peanut shells, while most smoked constantly, the smell hanging in the air, along with that of wet overcoats from the rain.
The game was comparatively very cheap compared to today - cost was seldom a factor as to whether you went to a game or not, as it is now for many folk.
An old timer from then wouldn't recognise the game today, but then society generally would seem completely alien to them.
Quote from: HV71 on February 02, 2020, 10:40:12 PM
+ rattles, pipe smoke,real victim and wagon wheels
Wagon wheels, I was still buying them from the paper shop at Putney Bridge on the way to games up to 3 weeks ago. Seem to have sold out and no new stock in on Saturday. Shame. :dft011:
Quote from: Oakeshott on February 02, 2020, 10:35:09 PM
I can remember when there were no substitutes and precious few spectators on the Thames side, then completely open, even when we were in the old first Division. One year we only just avoided relegation following a series of 0-1 losses at the Cottage to among others, Cardiff and for that game my dad, my uncle and I standing on the terrace had literally no one within five yards of us.
But my most powerful memory of those times was not about the football, but the - to me - wonderful smell of wood as one passed the Hammersmith end, with then a timber yard right next to the ground.
That and the fact that my dad, who had a very ordinary job, could afford to take me every fortnight, such were the ticket prices. I doubt dads in comparable jobs now can afford the current prices for themselves and a kid. But there again, fish and chips for two, take away, last night was £16.40 from our local shop.
I am not yet lucky enough to be this old, and an American to boot. I've feel fortunate enough to have visited the Cottage 5 times, but this...this is poetic to me and makes me yearn for a simpler time.
Well said.
Cheers,
Steve
Steve
Visiting the Cottage as a kid was, for me, magical and of course we had the legendary Johnny Haynes. Someone, I think it may have been Alf Ramsey, said the late Martin Peters was ahead of his time. But so was JH. He could read a game, and spot a pass, like no one else I've seen play for us. Trouble is, half the time he'd tee up Tosh Chamberlain who'd either break the net or, more often, miss by a country mile. Another great Fulham favourite and character.
Nostalgia aside, my single best day as a Fulham supporter is, and likely always will be, probably the same as everyone else's, winning at Wembley less than two years ago. The goal was superb and the atmosphere at "our" section of the stadium unbelievable. (Beating Ipswich Town 10-1 was something special too, though those of us at the Hammersmith end couldn't see the Putney end goal for fog and only knew we had scored the last couple from the cheers at that end and seeing the players come back to the centre circle. In true "Fulhamish" mode we lost the reverse fixture a couple of days later.)
In my day, games kicked of at 3pm, all flans stood together, other teams were rivals, not enemies. Respect was the word.
But we had rampant hooliganism even at sleepy old Fulham. People of my age needed a strategy to deal with it - not always successfully in my case - I picked up the odd bump and bruise just for being in the wrong place at the wrong time.
The pitches were dreadful with the result that the football was more long ball and much less structured. At the time we thought the Macdonald team was an exciting incisive passing team but watching YouTube footage of that team it wasn't a patch on eg the Slav team.
I think it is a case of pick n mix. I now have a dislike of football generally and have no interest in the Gordon Gekko sponsored premier league unless we are in it. Couldn't put faces to names of the vast majority of players even at the bigger clubs. Miss just being able to go to a game on a whim and pay on the gate. Miss standing on the terracing when you could simply move away from the moaning old gits driving you nuts and gravitate towards the funny bloke who keeps you entertained throughout. The price of the game is now prohibited and excludes those on lower wages. I was speaking to an Arsenal fanatic mini cab driver who can only afford for him and his son to go to league cup games or early euro games against obscure opposition
Don't miss three quarters empty stadia or only being able to watch back our goals two or three times a season and don't miss the general of hostility and violence back then and am glad my kids weren't exposed to the same.
So definitely stuff to miss but the worst of the old days was pretty damn bad
All injuries were cured with a cold wet sponge by a bloke in a cloth cap carrying a bucket.
There was a lot wrong with football back in the bad old days, football violence, bad stadiums, terrible facilities. there did seem to be humour and fun though.
There was usually atmosphere at games,always when there was a local derby or cup game, people would try to get there on time. There is very little atmosphere at Fulham, one of the worst grounds anywhere, The singers at the back seem to have lost the ability to generate a noise at home games, mind you the football on the pitch has been generally dull despite us being third and the ridiculously loud music before the game and during half time stop most conversation, I think it's designed to make people go and buy a drink as the music isn't as loud by the bars although I think they have turned it down a bit in recent games.
The most annoying thing about football these days is the constant flow of people coming in late, going out to half time after 35, coming back 10 minutes into the second half and then people leaving at 80 minutes, it really can,t make that much of a difference to anyone's regular journey, All this I suppose is made worse by seating.
On the pitch the idea of passing the ball around at the back for most of the game to shorten the game time ( usually backfiring on Fulham) and wasting time if you have a lead after 20 minutes. Look as us on Saturday trying to waste time for the whole second half, every game there is some meaningless brawl near the end with players being booked and feigning injury or cramp , again time wasting, get up off the floor and play football. See you next Saturday everyone.
Quote from: Oakeshott on February 02, 2020, 10:35:09 PM
I can remember when there were no substitutes and precious few spectators on the Thames side, then completely open, even when we were in the old first Division. One year we only just avoided relegation following a series of 0-1 losses at the Cottage to among others, Cardiff and for that game my dad, my uncle and I standing on the terrace had literally no one within five yards of us.
But my most powerful memory of those times was not about the football, but the - to me - wonderful smell of wood as one passed the Hammersmith end, with then a timber yard right next to the ground.
That and the fact that my dad, who had a very ordinary job, could afford to take me every fortnight, such were the ticket prices. I doubt dads in comparable jobs now can afford the current prices for themselves and a kid. But there again, fish and chips for two, take away, last night was £16.40 from our local shop.
I used to stand on that terrace, right on the half way line was my spot, swinging my ratttle. Just loved it, the closeness to the pitch, the atmosphere, the banter with Tosh on the left wing. Also remember rushing up to the back during a game to see the boat race go past - a reserve game i think.
You're right about the prices, of course, but also the players also didn't earn much more than a bloke in an ordinary job- Johnny Haynes breaking the maximum wage cap of 20 quid a week, under the guidance of PFA rep Jimmy Hill in 1961, and wages slowly began to rise, but it was many years before the players earned what they do today, which is influenced by the money Sky brought into the game - which has changed football so much.
The crowds were big compared to to to today, even when the team wasn't doing so well, which was mostly in those 60's years- remember that series of 0-1 losses, followed by a 'Great Escape'?, and massive when playing a top team, like Double winning Spurs, with the Cottage crammed above any modern health and safety considerations - nearly 40,000?, when I couldn't even make it round to the Riverside, and got jammed in the Putney End.
I always remember regularly being lifted off of my feet and being carried along, exiting down the Hammy End steps.
Fish n chips after game wrapped in newspaper.
Not in them plastic crap containers now,I'm sure you can taste the plastic.
I don't exactly like becoming old but I am glad I lived in that era. 1950's for me as far as football. The teleprinter on Grandstand at 5-40 (pm) as the results began to come in was the only place to be. The focal point was each letter being typed before the score, very often the second score for the result would stop before telling so the fans of those two team's breathing was put on hold.... Now the corporate suits control the game.
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Yes us old timers go back to the days when injured players stayed on as wingers as no substitutes. The walk to the ground from Disraeli Road in Putney with the tension growing. Hope and expectation. Now a drive to Cambridge and the train down. But still the tension and hope and expectation. I do remember being on bus one Saturday and Bobby Robson sat a couple of seats in front of us, highlight of my day. Much simpler then but its now big business. Clubs were owned by a local businessman not international Billionaires. But like everything in life things change and we have been lucky to have had good owners. Question to all. (Might get the name wrong) If McClelland were to come on the pitch with massive glasses on as a bit of sarcasm at referees would he be fined?
Quote from: Peabody on February 03, 2020, 07:40:28 AM
In my day, games kicked of at 3pm, all flans stood together, other teams were rivals, not enemies. Respect was the word.
For some unknown reason, Brentford home games always kicked off at 3.15.
Waiting outside theChancellors for my Dad, with a bottle of pepsi and a straw and Smiths Crisps
with little blue bag of salt.
Taking my rattle,scarf (home made by Mum) and little stool (so i could see)
And buying a bag of monkey nuts .
Stopping on way home to buy the classified paper at the station
to see all the results.
Happy Days.
Arriving back to Southfields & getting the Pink Classified, getting real fish & chips in newspaper, getting a block of Neapolitan & rushing home round the corner .
Ian Black coming out of goal with his arm strapped across his chest and having to play on the wing where he scored with a header.
Riding my bike to the ground and storing it through the side gate of one of the houses in the back garden for 1 or 3 old d.
Going by car was easy and more unusual and there was always someone who would offer to watch your car while you were at the match. They expected a tip after the game and one was always sharply out of the Johnny Haynes stand to be by the car as though he had been there all the time! Not sure why they needed minding anyway!
Someone will correct me on this one but in the 50s didn't Reg Lowe brother of Eddie break the record for the furthest ever headed goal? Somewhere near the half way line one bounce into the goal!
I have modified the above . Reg Lowe scored with a 60 yard header in the semifinal of the London Challenge Cup year not stated but must have been 1950/53 and with a heavy leather ball!
Hardly ever saw a trainer run on to treat a player. They'd throw a sponge at you or if it looked more serious lob a stretcher on so you could carry yourself off.
The aforementioned Wagon Wheels were as big as your face back then as well.
Thanks to the OP and all who have contributed to this thread for the evocative thoughts, tastes, feelings and memories of my childhood and youth. I can still recall my walk through Fulham from almost the top end of North End Road most often through Baron's Court, St Dunstans Road, and onto the Fulham Palace Road. I used to allow half an hour to get to the Cottage. I have never enjoyed such a walk more than that one through a Fulham so very different to the one it has become. The terraces were my open territory until I found classmates at secondary school who were also Fulham supporters. Then my family relocated to a house off the Munster Road in my early teens and it felt like I was virtually living on the doorstep of Craven Cottage.
I noted the commentary on referees above and can vividly recall matches ending with the referee needing a police escort to avoid the protesting hordes outside the Cottage. Also remember the early kick offs at 2.15pm around the Solstice slowly changing to 2.30, 2.45 and then 3pm as the Equinox came and went. No floodlights then. Can still smell the wood from the timber yard behind the Hammersmith End. Vividly recall Rodney Marsh in goal when Tony Macedo was injured in a match against Villa and his elaborate slow-mo dives much to the distaste of the Maestro. So much to hope you never forget.
Quote from: toshes mate on February 03, 2020, 10:12:11 AM
Thanks to the OP and all who have contributed to this thread for the evocative thoughts, tastes, feelings and memories of my childhood and youth. I can still recall my walk through Fulham from almost the top end of North End Road most often through Baron's Court, St Dunstans Road, and onto the Fulham Palace Road. I used to allow half an hour to get to the Cottage. I have never enjoyed such a walk more than that one through a Fulham so very different to the one it has become. The terraces were my open territory until I found classmates at secondary school who were also Fulham supporters. Then my family relocated to a house off the Munster Road in my early teens and it felt like I was virtually living on the doorstep of Craven Cottage.
I noted the commentary on referees above and can vividly recall matches ending with the referee needing a police escort to avoid the protesting hordes outside the Cottage. Also remember the early kick offs at 2.15pm around the Solstice slowly changing to 2.30, 2.45 and then 3pm as the Equinox came and went. No floodlights then. Can still smell the wood from the timber yard behind the Hammersmith End. Vividly recall Rodney Marsh in goal when Tony Macedo was injured in a match against Villa and his elaborate slow-mo dives much to the distaste of the Maestro. So much to hope you never forget.
Duckhams oil refinery also along the river near Hammersmith End.
Ealing Broadway Station with my grandfather on a Saturday evening waiting for the Evening News and Evening Standard Classifieds to arrive.
Half time scores on boards around Craven Cottage to be followed by the high tech electronic scoreboard at the Hammersmith End.
Thanks also to the OP and everyone .......the tele printer stuttering and mention of the football pink brought back lots of fantastic memories. Brilliant !!!
Who remembers the coloured light system to reveal the scores in the Hammersmith end. Basically you needed to correspond the games printed in the programme to the five or six different coloured lights located on the green boxes where just the goals would come up.
Quote from: Sir Alec of good Stock on February 03, 2020, 10:24:14 AM
Ealing Broadway Station with my grandfather on a Saturday evening waiting for the Evening News and Evening Standard Classifieds to arrive.
Half time scores on boards around Craven Cottage to be followed by the high tech electronic scoreboard at the Hammersmith End.
I was at Hanwell back then Sir, was that paper not coloured pink?
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Quote from: RaySmith on February 03, 2020, 01:02:03 AM
The ref always wore black,and was likely a bit tubby and slow, holding down a full-time job, and just reffing to be involved in the game.
There certainly wasn't the controversy about decisions there is now, with every call endlessly replayed for tv. Players used to accept the ref's decision, and didn't go down all the time feigning they'd been fouled and rolling about holding their head - this would have been frowned upon by teammates, as well as fans.
The game was comparatively very cheap compared to today - cost was seldom a factor as to whether you went to a game or not, as it is now for many folk.
An old timer from then wouldn't recognise the game today, but then society generally would seem completely alien to them.
The difference now is that players have no respect for the ref, or his decisions. Look at Rugby, the officials still demand, and get, the respect to their decisions, rightly or wrongly, as it's all swings and roundabouts.
Also we used to hang around the Hammy End gates, when we couldn't afford the entry price, and by half time one of the guys would open them up and let us in. There was always a discarded program to be found.
Quote from: Southdowns White on February 03, 2020, 11:19:33 AM
Who remembers the coloured light system to reveal the scores in the Hammersmith end. Basically you needed to correspond the games printed in the programme to the five or six different coloured lights located on the green boxes where just the goals would come up.
If I recall correctly, there were 6 sets of scores, A-F, and 6 coloured lights at the top, so allowing for up to 36 scores to be shown in all. I'd have to get out one of the old progs to verify that though. I used to fill them in, sitting on the cold concrete steps.
There was a fella walking around in the ground selling the early edition of the evening news and standard with the early racing results. Another selling Percy dalton peanuts., sitting on top of the tea hut at the Hammersmith end good Friday 1959 to watch us beat Sheffield wed 6-2 . I remember it all with great affection , probably why I'm still going.
Aah replays, loved em. I'm sure someone knows the truth of this question: Did we hold the record at one time, for the most amount of minutes played to reach a final - or even a semi final. If it's true, it will never be broken now.
Quote from: bog on February 03, 2020, 11:57:16 AM
Quote from: Sir Alec of good Stock on February 03, 2020, 10:24:14 AM
Ealing Broadway Station with my grandfather on a Saturday evening waiting for the Evening News and Evening Standard Classifieds to arrive.
Half time scores on boards around Craven Cottage to be followed by the high tech electronic scoreboard at the Hammersmith End.
I was at Hanwell back then Sir, was that paper not coloured pink?
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Hmm, that's challenging my memory, particularly as I see everything in black and white!
Quote from: Cornishnick on February 03, 2020, 06:15:35 PM
Aah replays, loved em. I'm sure someone knows the truth of this question: Did we hold the record at one time, for the most amount of minutes played to reach a final - or even a semi final. If it's true, it will never be broken now.
I'm pretty sure that that's true.
3 games v Hull Replay at Boothferry Park followed by one at Filbert Street (neutral grounds, remember them)
4 games v Forest 1 Replay at CC and 2 at the City Ground
1 game v Everton
1 game v Carlisle
2 games v Birmingham Replay at Maine Road
1 game v West Ham
11 games to get to Wembley including 6 replays.
Hopefully I've got that right.
Quote from: Sir Alec of good Stock on February 03, 2020, 06:52:27 PM
Quote from: Cornishnick on February 03, 2020, 06:15:35 PM
Aah replays, loved em. I'm sure someone knows the truth of this question: Did we hold the record at one time, for the most amount of minutes played to reach a final - or even a semi final. If it's true, it will never be broken now.
I'm pretty sure that that's true.
3 games v Hull Replay at Boothferry Park followed by one at Filbert Street (neutral grounds, remember them)
4 games v Forest 1 Replay at CC and 2 at the City Ground
1 game v Everton
1 game v Carlisle
2 games v Birmingham Replay at Maine Road
1 game v West Ham
11 games to get to Wembley including 6 replays.
Hopefully I've got that right.
It is spot on and can now never be beaten
Thanks Steve for a great original post, I turned 68 a couple of weeks ago and have been going since I was a nipper. Loved reading responses here, stand out memory for me is in moments of excitement when I was little, the crowd surged 4/5 steps down the terraces and there was always a nearby stranger to grab you by the back off your coat and pull you back as everyone returned. More often though they would all good heartedly pass all the little ones to the front.
Yep those were great days alright.
WOW so many things I forgot, the scoreboard, monkey nuts, fish and chips in newspaper, waiting for my Dad outside the Colton Arms with a coke and smiths crisps, rattles. Such memories. The funny thing is that we all know each other in a strange way
Ah memories! The only thing I remember that hasn't been mentioned is the way we were able to walk from one end to the other during half-time: passing the opposition supporters going the other way!
Legging it to the other end at half-time and the banter as we passed the other team's fans doing the same.
The idea of a preseason game was the Probables against the Possibles and Reserve games were played on a Saturday with the first team score being announced at half and full time.
I know I can be beaten but I am 79 and have been attending since 1948.
I really did used to enjoy the fun of heavy pitches, rain-sodden and waterlogged, with slide tackles that really meant sliding and shots/passes going only a couple of yards in big puddles of water.
https://www.ozy.com/flashback/when-nostalgia-was-considered-a-debilitating-disease/89816/
Nostalgic things for me....
Anglo Scottish cup, Match of the Day and The Big Match rather than saturation of football on tv, the marching bands before games with Chelsea, Man Utd et al, the Anglo Italian cup and the pre season games with our local rivals ( was it the West London cup?)
SE Counties League, Football Combination League, Football League Review Magazine.
I simply miss the Enclosure and ablity to go from end to end
Quote from: RaySmith on February 03, 2020, 01:02:03 AM
The ref always wore black,and was likely a bit tubby and slow, holding down a full-time job, and just reffing to be involved in the game.
There certainly wasn't the controversy about decisions there is now, with every call endlessly replayed for tv. Players used to accept the ref's decision, and didn't go down all the time feigning they'd been fouled and rolling about holding their head - this would have been frowned upon by teammates, as well as fans.
Percy Dalton's Roasted Peanuts was the snack bought before the games from vendors outside the ground, and the terraces were littered with empty peanut shells, while most smoked constantly, the smell hanging in the air, along with that of wet overcoats from the rain.
The game was comparatively very cheap compared to today - cost was seldom a factor as to whether you went to a game or not, as it is now for many folk.
An old timer from then wouldn't recognise the game today, but then society generally would seem completely alien to them.
Or the one armed ref from Fulham, who looked after our pre season 1st team v Reserves games. He name was Alf Bond.
Alf Bond lived locally and I was at school with his son.
Putting the bins in the road (Kingwood) to save a parking space for my dad coming home from work before going to the game.
Talk about rose tinted glasses, I started going in 1974 and had to run (literally sometimes) the gauntlet back to Putney Bridge. And more often than not, there was some kind of trouble happening until 1985 (I think Heysel shocked some sense into most people). The crowds had dropped off so much at one point that it wasnt even a small minority of people involved, and even if the away team didnt have many fans there, other London hooligans could turn up. The world seemed to have gone crazy, and some people were properly evil. Actually, maybe I do miss the adrenaline of those days. It was certainly more 'exciting' to go to football in those days. Never in a good way though.
Quote from: Seano on February 06, 2020, 01:47:37 PM
Talk about rose tinted glasses, I started going in 1974 and had to run (literally sometimes) the gauntlet back to Putney Bridge. And more often than not, there was some kind of trouble happening until 1985 (I think Heysel shocked some sense into most people). The crowds had dropped off so much at one point that it wasnt even a small minority of people involved, and even if the away team didnt have many fans there, other London hooligans could turn up. The world seemed to have gone crazy, and some people were properly evil. Actually, maybe I do miss the adrenaline of those days. It was certainly more 'exciting' to go to football in those days. Never in a good way though.
Remember 74/75 Forest at home walking back to Putney Bridge and they were coming from all directions .
Cars getting kicked , motorbikes kicked over,
Always had to be on your guard.
In the 70 s always away mobs in the Hammersmith End .
Bristol Rovers were a nasty mob.,
Transistor radios, teleprinters?
We used to rush home to hear the football results on Sports Report at 5 pm, the music at the beginning of the programme was called 'Out of the Blue' and I remember sitting down with the fixtures from the morning newspaper, to write in the day's scores. On a Saturday afternoon, BBC would bring you a broadcast of the second half of one of the days matches. This was never pre-advertised as to what the game would be........just knew it wouldn't be us! This was in the 1950's and our excitement each week....well mine anyway.
So, Grandad on here lived in Southfields. Where, and did you go to Wandsworth boys school? I was there in 60/61. Lived in Elborough street (off the high street).
Mum gave me 2/6 for tube fare, entrance fee, programme and a bar of chocolate.
Having just moved from Scotland, went to teh cottage and after one game instantly became a Johnny Haynes fan, then Fulham stuck forever. I had never seen anyone play like JH. In Scotland we had Jim Baxter with magical skills but he was a bit of a show off. Maestro was the best ever.
