| Today's the day! on 12:11 - Feb 13 with 336 views | thrillseeker |
I was only 4 months old! |  | |  |
| Today's the day! on 12:23 - Feb 13 with 321 views | TAFKAT |
| Today's the day! on 12:11 - Feb 13 by thrillseeker |
I was only 4 months old! |
I was still in short trousers, and I’m ashamed to say that I was there wearing a Dirty Leeds rosette, much to the disgust of my dad who’d followed the U’s since the war. I still wear the hair shirt.
I think dad finally forgave me when I took him the Wembley a couple of times before he passed away. |  | | |
| Today's the day! on 12:50 - Feb 13 with 308 views | gerry_us |
| Today's the day! on 12:11 - Feb 13 by thrillseeker |
I was only 4 months old! |
My wife and I were there at the clock end. My wife being 5'2" saw nothing of the game but the atmosphere was unbelievable. We rushed home to watch telly to convince ourselves of what we had seen really happened. [Post edited 13 Feb 12:54]
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| Today's the day! on 13:56 - Feb 13 with 284 views | noah4x4 |
| Today's the day! on 12:50 - Feb 13 by gerry_us |
My wife and I were there at the clock end. My wife being 5'2" saw nothing of the game but the atmosphere was unbelievable. We rushed home to watch telly to convince ourselves of what we had seen really happened. [Post edited 13 Feb 12:54]
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I was then a Villa fan, as this was long before my arrival in Essex and my undergoing conversion therapy in the Victorian Inn.
My wife is an inch taller than Gerry’s and accompanied me on my first four visits to Terrace Four, Layer Road. She then asked to be excused further attendance as “she hadn’t seen a ball kicked in 360+ minutes” and “her only pleasure was a cup of Bovril and my company at half time”.
She now buys me an annual season ticket on my Birthday to ensure I’m not interfering with her Saturday afternoon pleasures, which often involve Prosecco (and cake) along with her buddies. |  | | |
| Today's the day! on 15:58 - Feb 14 with 173 views | gerry_us |
| Today's the day! on 13:56 - Feb 13 by noah4x4 |
I was then a Villa fan, as this was long before my arrival in Essex and my undergoing conversion therapy in the Victorian Inn.
My wife is an inch taller than Gerry’s and accompanied me on my first four visits to Terrace Four, Layer Road. She then asked to be excused further attendance as “she hadn’t seen a ball kicked in 360+ minutes” and “her only pleasure was a cup of Bovril and my company at half time”.
She now buys me an annual season ticket on my Birthday to ensure I’m not interfering with her Saturday afternoon pleasures, which often involve Prosecco (and cake) along with her buddies. |
Can't help think that Proscecco and cake is a definite alternative to an afternoon at Barrow! | | | |
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