Post by gwyneddblue on Jan 20, 2019 22:37:28 GMT 1
Travelled on the train to Wolverhampton.
One of our group made the mistake of showing, only slightly mind, his Town silk scarf whilst on the approach to the ground. A group of Wolves fans spotted it and immediately set upon us...we just about made it to the ground in one piece!
At that point in my life it was far and away the largest crowd I had ever been in. The atmosphere in a packed Molineux that day was amazing. We then had to endure a hairy train journey back.
When the replay came I was sadly working so had to listen to the game on soccer special on radio2. I thought that we would beat them in the replay, sadly Willie Carr had other ideas.
We played them at home one boxing day in the 80s and won. I have it in the back of my mind that the game kicked off at 11am?
Post by thesensationaljt on Jan 21, 2019 1:03:43 GMT 1
Wolves 2, Shrewsbury 2. Pretty sure Alan Brown got our two goals. As I was going in, a bloke offered me a ticket for a fiver in the home end. (I think it was called The John Ireland Stand or similar). I was sat next to an elderly couple where the lady had a tartan knee blanket and a thermos flask. I was a bit surprised, as it was a bit late in the season. I can remember feeling a bit of a Paul Hurst, (Judas), when I looked over to the Salop fans.
Any road up, I thought I'll just sit here quietly and not make a sound........then Salop scored. I jumped up and let out a roar like a hippo who had sniffed out a potential mate. The elderly lady next to me swung round and with eyes that stood out on organ stops and uttered, Ohoooooooo. There were about 8 of us who stood up, so the pimp outside had done a decent trade that day.
Remember it well as it was the only game my sister ever went to and the day I realised I needed to wear glasses for the first time. I borrowed hers during the game and it was like everything went HD all of a sudden.
Unfortunately the game was terrible but we won. Bernard Macnally got the winner and possibly Gary Stevens got the other.
Post by stuttgartershrew on Jan 21, 2019 9:07:27 GMT 1
Blimey I've forgot one and I really ought not to have. I think my first ever Town game was against the Wolves, I'm thinking that was Steve Perks' testimonial? Is that right, around the mid to late 80's?
The one absolutely certain way of bringing this nation to ruin, of preventing all possibility of its continuing to be a nation at all, would be to permit it to become a tangle of squabbling nationalities.
Remember a truely awaful game at their place in the mid 80's which we won 1 nil with an own goal
Remember that Martin! They’d gone about 6 homes games without scoring, and then George Berry ,I think, put through his own goal. We were singing “you have scored, you have scored etc...”
George Berry.......We were doing some charity work in aid of MENCAP and had organised a fete. Some Juan knew an agent to the stars and he arranged for George to come and open the event. I hadn't met George personally, but I had been in the vicinity when arrangements were made with him to attend. George used the f and c words on an industrial scale, I remember voicing my concerns in the car as we came away, as it was a family event.
Any road up, a couple of days before the fete, George had carried out some indiscretion or other which made national headlines, so on the day of the fete, his agent explained George was indisposed, although he assured us it was nothing to do with his bit of trouble. Instead he brought a ladies javelin champion some of you oldies may of heard of, called Tessa Sanderson. I was going round the stalls relieving people so they could have a cuppa. Tessa was making her way round chatting to people when she came to the darts stall, where I was at the time. The fust things I noticed about her, is she was shorter than she looked on the tele, and she was very pretty. Not only that, she had a really friendly personality. I've got to be honest, I had a condor moment....... When she moved on to the next stall, after squealing loudly as she made a right mess of throwing darts, (was she trying?), I was tempted to dash off to the next stall where she was. (I didn't, as I think they call it stalking now).
Going O/T, the committee organising the fete left the posters to a bloke who we knew was quite an artist. What we didn't know at the time, was he couldn't spell, and proudly invited people to "A Grand Feat".
Post by estee_effsea on Jan 22, 2019 14:19:08 GMT 1
I think it was a guy called Ricki Herbert that scored the own goal - I recall we spent the entire second half singing "The Wolves are going down" which echoed nicely round empty stands - attendance was 7258 cos it was easter
Post by southstandviewer on Jan 22, 2019 15:19:54 GMT 1
Well I didn't get a ticket for Sat today for reasons explained on another thread but back in 1979 there were issues with sales which are similar to today really.
Having queued from halfway up Dog Pole for a couple of hours someone's we knew walking up said they were selling to under 16 from a different window and that there was no queue. There then followed our entire U13 football team running down the hill as fast as we could and yes it was true, a queue of 10 doubled instantly and a lot of "grown up" moaning at us when we walked off all smug.