Bebpops wrote:I didn't know much about football at the age of ten, but obviously I was wise enough to pick the best team there is.
Grumpy wrote:In 1962, as a 20 year old, I left the Yorkshire coal mines and moved to Leeds to join the Leeds City Police. It was the start of the Revie era and being football mad it was logical to follow the local team. At the time I played local football so hadn’t really followed any team because I was always playing on Saturdays (and Sunday mornings). I did get to see a few games with ‘work’ when I was lucky enough to get a ‘special duty’ position inside the ground but being stationed at Dewsbury Road, I was often on the outside on patrolling and traffic dutyDon’t tell the boss, but there was one occasion when I was directed to be outside the ground patrolling Lowfields Road during the game. Unfortunately, hearing to the ooohs and aaahs and cheering was too much for me so, in full uniform I went to the passage way behind the kop, in the corner with the East stand and climbed the 6 foot brick wall and, being careful not to tear my uniform on the rows of barbed wire which ran along the top of the wall, sneaked into the ground. It was, thankfully, much easier to get out just before the game ended when the gates opened and before the ‘boss’ came round looking for me.
These days, having lived in Australia since 1975, I get little chance to see them ‘in the flesh’ but go whenever I’m back in the UK. Luckily I was there for the first game this season when my brother (bless him) got me a ticket in the kop for the Swansea game. Fantastic!!
Apologies for the length of this blurb!
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