I wouldn’t call Stockley a big, clumsy oaf. A muscle bound Neanderthal maybe, but he was the main reason we blew it last season at Deepdale by roughing up our powderpuff defence.
The 1964 Cup run is one for us to forget, losing 3-1 in the 5th round to the mighty Oxford Utd.
That afternoon, me and my mates were having a kick about at the side of The Fernhurst pub and every few minutes one of us would go into the corner shop to get a score update off the owner who had the radio on. We couldn’t believe what was happening and trudged off home well before the final whistle.
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