Wheels Wonders #2
This week: How would the young footballers of today coped back in footballing world of the the 1970's?
I was watching these
Euro's whilst enjoying a bottle or two of finest Jamesons' Irish &
I got to thinking: How would the young players of today coped in the
footballing world of yesteryear?
Bottle
Well, for a start there
was non of this rolling around nonsense when tackled. Back in the
black n white days it would take more than a knee trembler to knock
us off our stride I can tell you.
At Arbroath I had the
good fortune to play alongside Nobby Nobson, arguable the hardest
footballer of the 1970's. I remember once against East Fife, I think it
was, 63 minutes gone, we're 2-0 down & Nobby is violently ramming
a dead otter up our keepers arse to encourage him not to fumble
another cross. All of a sudden a young Italian winger jinked past
Nobby and caressed the ball into the onion bag. It was non other than
a certain Mr D. Piero making his loan début for Fife. Of course Nobby
was livid. 'I'm not avin' that from no eye-talian ponce' he raged
before smashing a Manns' brown ale bottle against the goal post &
heading straight for Del-Piero.
Piero thought he'd got
one over on Nobby by sprinting into the St John's Ambulance corner
but little did he know they all drank with Nobby down the Faecal Duck after (& before) every game and were more than handy themselves. Suffice to say Del Piero
never played for East Fife again, in fact his playing career only
recovered once the physio at Grimsby managed to carve his wooden
stump into a new type of instep and the rest is history.
Miss World
I met Georgie best when taking raining with Cobh Ramblers back in '79, what a legend he was, no-one can
touch him even to this day. He turned up on a Friday afternoon at our
rough, unkempt training pitch, Miss World Anna Kimberley-Blake in tow
& proceeded to dazzle us with his silky drinks mixing skills. 10
Whiskey Sour & a couple of dozen Redditch Sunrises later he flew us all to the Old Bulls Head in Dublin
where we drank till we puked up our stomach linings......what a guy.
Barm Cakes
The trouble with kids
today is they go down to easy, one tiny shattered ACL & they're
expecting stretchers, oxygen tanks, trips to the States, absolutely
ridiculous.
I was lucky enough to
be involved in the Cup final of 1956 – the Stanley Matthews Final –
between Torquay Utd & Chesterfield Sofas. Matthews was a good
solid old fashioned centre forward – he stood no nonsense from
anyone.
He was known for wearing a
pistachio nut on his chin for good luck, something he'd got from his
dad, Albert Spinney who would go down the pit with a barm cake up his
arse as a kind of a lucky charm. Indeed it worked a treat until he
was killed in the Great Mine Collapse of '34 aged 21.
And Firearms
Matthews has been on
the piss for 3 days solid before the final (he'd laid off the booze a
bit for the big game) & was in fine form, not even spilling his
pint when chopped down at the halfway line by Mad Machete Morrison,
the maverick centre half & part time morris dancer from Morecambe Bay.
It was a game we should have won, George Lardcastle missing a sitter
when he stopped to sign a young lads autograph with the goal at his
mercy & young 'Pickles' Harrison put clean through with just the
keeper to beat converting to militant Islam & renouncing all
forms of Western competitive sports when it would have been easier to
score.
We, in fact lost, to a
soft last minute penalty when wee Scots winger Jock McTavish shot
their keeper in the neck with an ex WW1 rifle that a tsuicidal groundsman
had left lying by the side of the pitch. Unfortunately for us
the referee was perfectly sighted and awarded the spot kick – and
the rest is history. Bugger that groundsman!
Superb. I remember the 70's which is worrying.
ReplyDeleteBrilliant Nick. I laughed all the way through although I must admit at the beginning I was wracking my brains trying to remember Nobby Nobson at Arbroath lol .... doh!!
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