oldjamfan1

Yes, this happened too often last season for it not to be true, and the first half on Saturday was the same old story I'm afraid.

Terence Trent D'arby - Billy Don't Fall

He turned 64 yesterday!!

Ronnie Lane - How Come?

The Pioneers - Long Shot Kick de Bucket

Thanks once again Parson

James Blunt - You’re Beautiful ???

I bet Young Boys are relieved to have been drawn against Rangers and not Celtic.......

Rene and Renata - Save Your Love

Paul Weller - Come On, Let’s Go

Floor repeated again. Stone Foundation - I’m Gonna Tear Your Playhouse Down

Starsailor - Four to the Floor

Mark Brennan arguably the best of them all

Wood repeated again. Randy Van Warmer - Just When I Needed You Most

Paul Weller - Wild Wood

Not just in reference to the above post but just a wee reminder that the same word is not meant to be repeatedly used. There must be half a dozen “Spanish” entries there. Roxy Music - Angel Eyes

Yeah I saw that. Rev Kev eh? I was horrified and saddened to see the bickering on the SMC “All Aboard Spam’s Bus” FB page when the lad involved posted the link to his story. Just because the Rev didn’t abuse you doesn't mean he wasn’t an abuser! On a happier note it is lovely to see that Tommy and Mrs Duckworth are both still alive and very well into their 90s! They are a lovely family who had to endure the loss of their son (Andrew) in his teens. He was a very talented footballer if I remember correctly.

Excellent post @Dreams of 1995

Was Bubbles a pupil?

Caravan - Place of My Own

Great photo and lovely reading this thread. Is there anywhere on these forums where local/amateur footie stories are shared? One of my personal favourite football stories happened at Mill Hill St Peters. I was playing for Sunnyhurst in the Blackburn Combination in a midweek game and we needed a point to take the title. We had brought a fair following from Darwen that night and they were all packed into that little stand at MHSP ground, behind the dug outs. Four of our team (myself included) arrived at the very last minute due to various work commitments and we were 2-0 down within the first 10 minutes or so. Anyway gradually we clawed our way back into the game, but every time I touched the ball a voice from that stand shouted "Number 10 you fooking donkey" or "You couldn't control a fart", that sort of stuff. Anyway I rattled the post from about 25 yards and Graeme 'Smutly' Smith (RIP) tapped in the rebound to make it 2-1. The voice from the stand boomed "How did you miss that number 10, you fat useless bald w@nker?" He was utterly relentless with his abuse, but the more this bloke shouted, the more determined I was to shut him up. Finally, with about 15 minutes to go, I scored from all of 2 yards to make it 2-2. It was the simplest of simple tap-ins but I celebrated like I had just scored from the half way line, ran over to the stand and bellowed "Where are you now you gobby fooker, you're not shouting now are you? Come on, show your face you fooking coward, let's see you!", at which point my dad, who I had thought was driving a lorry in the south of England that night, and was only about 5' tall, pushed his way to the front of the crowd and said "That's no way to talk to your dad, is it?" to howls of laughter from all the assembled Darreners. (MHSP scored a late winner in that game to delay our title celebrations by a week, and they also beat us 3-2 in the cup final, but I always loved playing them, especially at their place).

Spot on Jim

Bloody hell I think I could have saved that second one at nearly 60!

Another northern soul song The Charades - Dreaming Up a World of Fantasy