Home Park - a beautiful video

Look, the main stand and surrounding area needs renovation, I agree with that. But look at the video below, preferably with sound on.

If you're aged under over 40 you'll know the atmosphere the ground generated and the tales it could tell. If you're under say 25 take your best football experience and times it by twenty and then you have a grasp as to what your previous generations experienced.

This video is poignant for me as about this time I was 10 and allowed to go to the football (generally) on my own for the first time. Fell in unconditional (I think) love immediately.

I first stood in the Demport in about 1960.

My first memories of Argyle included the likes of Andy Nelson & Bugsy Malloy - when Nelson would kick the opposing centre forward up in the air in the first few minutes "just to let him know he was there" and Bugsy had his own gate in the fence at the end of the pitch because he couldn't stop in time after his run down the wing.

They also included soon after the likes of Dougie Baird, John Leiper, Peter Shearing, Norman Piper, Dick Reynolds, Nicky Jennings, MIKE BICKLE, Johnny Hore etc etc etc etc.

I remember the catering kiosks at the back of the Devonport, the back of the Barn park (without a roof), the end of the Mayflower.

I remember the turnstiles that allowed you to pass between the Demport & the Lyndhurst.

I can remember the crap scoreboard at the Barn Park End and the steps there to leave the ground.

I can remember the marching bands we sometimes had before the match & at half-time.

I remember as a kid being lifted to stand on the angle irons at the back of the Demport.

I remember the matches played on quagmires of a pitch. And it was exciting.

I remember standing in the Demport and singing like the forza verde would be in awe of.

I remember the fleet of buses that came from all parts of the city.

I remember watching the World Cup paraded around the ground when the Football League played the League of Ireland just after the World Cup.

I was lucky. My first game was a pre-season friendly between Argyle and Aston Villa who had just won the European Cup. Their side was packed full of great players and I got loads of autographs after the game. I was on my own because the mate I was supposed to go with had found out there was no train back to Truro after the game. I ended up having to stay the night in a Police cell as I had no way of getting home.

Then I went as often as possible and this was during the Cup run in 1983-84.

Crap in the league but giant-killers in the Cup I saw the early rounds and then to West Brom for the 5th round which was so thrilling for a youngster. Then the Derby game at Home Park. My father's friend got us tickets from a friend of his from Derby so we had tickets in the away end, which was the Devonport End for that game.

My dad and Ray got absolutely shit-faced and I was a bit worried in the Derby end with my Argyle scarf on so stewards let us into the Mayflower terrace just before the game started.

For anyone like Cobi who won't understand what it was like then, it was incredible! Packed in like sardines and you were taken along with the crowd when it surged. When Staniforth let fly I saw the shot leave his boot and head for the bottom corner and the crowd swayed together and I was already celebrating the "goal" when it hit the inside of the post and rolled agonisingly over to the other post and out. 35,000 Argyle fans make one helluva noise without the need for a drum and a songsheet!

I can't remember much else about the game, but at the end of the game I realised I was separated from my dad and Ray and couldn't see them anywhere. A friendly steward helped me find them and reunited us.

Again we got tickets for the replay at the Baseball Ground, but had the sense to queue up at the away end and show them to a steward there who said it was fine to go in. You got the feeling that Derby thought they only had to turn up for the replay but the Argyle fans were so confident I knew we would win, even if it took a fluke goal.

I didn't enjoy the semi-final as much. We arrived just in the nick of time for the game to start and I was just a bag of nerves. I remember a big guy in a donkey jacket right next to us screaming "Get into them" over and over again in my ear. Every time I looked at him he smiled and said "Need to get into them bey, specially that feckin John Barnes"

Back then I loved the walk from the railway station to the ground. Everbody walked really quickly to get to the game and I used to look out for the first glimpse of the floodlights so that I knew the ground was near. Walking past the clock was the moment you could start to feel the atmosphere. Even in small crowds there was a special feeling, a buzz, and I used to take in every detail, savouring it to think about it later.

I always remember my dad not really giving a feck about anyone. He tripped over a hooligan with a half-brick after the Derby game. Sent him flying and told him to feckin grow up. He also had a stand up row with National Front knobheads who used to hand out leaflets by the clock. He snatched a load of leaflets and threw them in the air telling them they were nothing but scum.

Another time when we played Arsenal in the League Cup the Police had penned everyone in to escort them to the ground from the railway station. After a few minutes waiting around like sheep in a pen my dad shouted "charge!" and everybody surged forward and they had to let us through. A massive cheer went up and we were off

In 86 I was at school near Exeter when we beat Bristol City 4-0, and I swear it was busier that night than the Derby game. I saw loads of people getting in without paying in the Lyndhurst End. I stayed for ages after the game and got in real shit for being late back the meet the teacher who was waiting to drive me back to school. It was a boarding school and my dormitory was covered in Argyle flags, programmes and a big newspaper spread of the Cup run where I was slap bang in the middle of a colour photograph of the crowd.

Loads of other great memories like the Everton Cup game. Another big crowd and I had been given the ultimatum of going to my girlfriends sister's wedding or the game. There was only going to be one winner

Away games were brilliant as well. We would hire a minibus for the weekend and just have the stuipdest times. Reading away at Elm Park where we scored just before half-time and Dave Smith had gone back to the dressing room early and didn't realise Argyle had scored. He did the entire team talk based on it being 0-0

After the game we were messing around looking for an off-licence and when we found one and all pile din there pushing and shoving each other, the owner was shitting himself and told us just to take the beers we had and not cause any trouble. I tried telling him we weren't robbing him and wanted to pay for the beers but he just kept saying go, go, leave me alone, so we walked out with loads of free beers.

On the way home there was a broken down Bristol City coach with a few fans milling around while the driver was presumably waiting for a breakdown vehicle. We got out of the minibus as if offering to help them, but all lined up facing the fans in the coach and pulled moonies at them

Arsenal away in the Cup was crazy. Over 10,000 Argyle fans in the clock end having just a small barrier between us and the home fans, who applauded us for our support even thought we lost 6-1. What a team Arsenal had back then!

Meeting the team in their hotel in Sunderland on a freezing cold February day in about 87 or 88 was great fun. We had photos taken with Dave Smith, Garry Nelson and a couple of others, and made them wait while my old camera flash had warmed up enough to take another photo. We went on a 12 hour coach journey from the Far Post Club, which included Noddy and surprisingly not Chris Webb!

Wembley was a messy day for me. Not having slept the night before while we travelled up in the back of a transit van, and all drinking crates of cheap French beer we had bought off a dodgy mate, along with feck knows how many of these strange pills which fecked you up for about 3 days. Of course I took 3 of them and was dancing on the table in a pub full of Darlington fans calling them all the names under the son

Wembley should've been special but it was a shithole by then and I was so off my tits I didn't appreciate much of it except the celebrations that night in London.

Luggy's first spell as manager was just something amazing. I thought we could beat anyone we played with such swagger. The night at Sheffield Wednesday is still probably my favourite Argyle game of all time. So many Argyle fans there for a midweek game and we destroyed them. Talking to a few of their fans after the game they said we were head and shoulders above anyone else in the league, and we were.

Swindon away that season, going 2-0 up and cruising then they scored two late scrappy goals and their fans singing "2-0 and you fecked it up" I think it was the first time I'd heard them all game and then Marino Keith scoring in injury time "2-2 and you fecked it up" brilliant.

I loved the humour of the Argyle fans as well. Some wag always came up with a funny shout or chant and everyone joining in. David Pleat getting stick after getting caught kerb crawling, "Does your missus know you're here". Playing Grimsby it was "Come in a trawler, you must've come in a trawler"

Scary times at home and away back then too. Beating Leeds 6-3 and going wild but loving the Leeds support and how organised they were.

That video is how I remember Home Park best. Standing in the Lyndhurst End God knows how many times, waking up the next morning hoarse from singing and drinking far too much. Waiting for the ballboys to form their circle and wave was a bit of a ritual as we waved back

Football's not the same now, but it really does sadden me how some people have taken what I love and turned it to shit. Solicitors letters, private investigators, threats, bullying and what makes it all the worse is that this is fellow Argyle fans doing it so that they get what they want, a seat in the Directors Box while we languish at the foot of Division 4!

I've seen it all. Promotions, relegations, Cup runs, hooliganism, shit players, great players, loving Sturrock and then feckin hating him leaving for Southampton, but it's only this last year or two where I have ever contemplated wanting Argyle to lose just to piss off the dickheads who have ruined it for me. I was even banned for 3 years for doing absolutely feck all. I couldn't watch Argyle for 3 years because a couple of wanker coppers wanted another statistic to please their boss. I wasn't even arrested at the game despite the claims that I was so out of order it warranted stopping me going for 3 years?

I've been in crowds of around 3,000 and 40,000 and sometimes the 3,000 crowds at home to Bury were better than the big crowds at Wembley. 3000 real fans and friends who wouldn't have been able to tell you who the club president was or contemplate having some snidey fuckers digging around trying to discredit you or make anonymous threats because you don't share their point of view.

I really hope that Village Green finds out who has illegally found his address and mistakenly passed it on, like my mothers address was passed on, and he gets the revenge he wants or deserves. I'm hoping Newell had something to do with it, or Postey or Hooper, and it goes to the authorities who nip this in the bud once and for all. Nik Barron maybe the fan who keeps giving but to me he is nothing.

If he has broken the law or had the law broken on his behalf then the full details need to come out and whoever is responsible has to be punished so that they and their friends realise that they are wrong. They are way, way out of order and it's gone too far. I don't care who they sit next to in the Directors Box, or how many corporate boxes they have, this shit needs to end and Nikk's cock-up could be the catalyst for change, although I do think that the main players will be protected again, like Postey has done over the Greenman shit.

My contempt for these scumbags knows no bounds and I'll do whatever I can to put a stop to their arrogant, hypocritical games. They may have ruined Argyle for me but the club is bigger than Nikk, Webb, Newell, Jameson, Postey, Hooper, Jones and even James Brent. Their time will come and I will enjoy watching their evil ways get exposed and them scrabbling around trying to blame each other for everything, because their is no honour amongst thieves and when the shit hits the fan they won't be so keen on taking the blame for others then.

That's my Home Park and Argyle in the video, not this property developer and his helpers sticking a knife in the back of other supporters while the club is in danger of dropping out of the league altogether. It will return you wankers, it's just a case of how long before your house of cards gets knocked down.

Also in that link was Argyle v QPR 2004 att 19,888. Yes brent that's 19,888! Brent and all his groupies who want a reduced capacity are a f***ing disgrace! F*** off the lot of you! I WANT MY CLUB BACK FROM THESE BASTARDS!

BRENT OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Freathy wrote:

Also in that link was Argyle v QPR 2004 att 19,888. Yes brent that's 19,888! Brent and all his groupies who want a reduced capacity are a f***ing disgrace! F*** off the lot of you! I WANT MY CLUB BACK FROM THESE BASTARDS!

BRENT OUT NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

And many thousands were unable to get a ticket that day, for a League 1 match! The capacity really needs to be 25k but I would settle for 22-23k over the currently planned 17-18k.

Even in that video though,the old Demport roof had been torn down-for safety reasons as i remember.Now that area could generate an atmosphere-i remember Paul Mariner after his career had finished said it was the equvalent of anything the old Kop,North bank,Stretford end etc could offer.He was right-it was electrifying in there at times.The singers transferred over to zoo corner after the roof went,it was never quite the same afterwards,no matter how hard the fans tried.

Just about to say the same thing GS. HP was never the same once that roof had come down.

It's all very sad. We share the same memories and frustrations. Now we have the small minded janners, helping to make decisions alongside a banker with absolutely no love for Argyle.
These decisions will impact for 50 years, upon the future of the last big city club in England never to have reached the top flight.
We should be on a par with so many clubs with solid 20k fanbases.

The only difference ? They've been there...................... and now we're building for another 50 years down with the also rans.

Sickening, unless you don't understand, or care more about yourself and your position at the club.

History will condemn these people, as the the fools who cried, 'What did you do in the war ?'

Home Park for many of us, is our church. The emotional attachment fans have for their ground is something the Developer Brent doesn't 'get'.

All this bollocks about the new stand not being able to go higher due to sight lines and being in keeping with industrial looking abominations like the awful Life Centre, is sickening.

Will people have any f*cking emotional attachment to a swimming pool, or ice-rink, or hotel or cinema? This is exactly why the new stand should f*cking tower over the rest of these pissy-arsed structures. It should stand out, and be the absolute centre-point of any new development. Not a concessional afterthought that is there purely 'cos it has too be, to get Brent the permissions he craves.

F*cking annoying.

Any true and "real" fan would read this thread and understand

i miss that old shit hole

I remember my dad (god bless him) made me a wooden stool to stand on in the Dem'port.

Sh*t, I miss the halcyon days of not so long ago.

Lovely pasties, Bover boys
F*ck off city, lots of noise

Spion Kop, wet and windy
Match reports read in the Indy

He's here he's there, he's Johnny hoare
Can you hear the lundhurst roar

Umbrella Vi & Noddy gone
City city give us a song

Peter Bloom, 666
Marino teaching city tricks

far post drinks, chisohlm lounge
20 thousand in the ground

mayflower fags, scolding tea
Noddy screaming green armeeee

Wembley play-off's Villa Park
Floodlights fail, HP is dark

Argyle 6, Leeds just 3
Give us room , I need a pee

Football specials, 'GET YOUR PILGRIM'
Last minute goals, f*cking get in

Trigger's right foot, Wottsey's left
The ever changing Argyle crest


Magnificent 7, the filthy four
My once proud club is on the floor

Thank you Brent for all your money
Your grandstand plans are just not funny

So forgive me please if I just laugh
Brenty, shove it up your ass

Greenjock wrote:

I was lucky. My first game was a pre-season friendly between Argyle and Aston Villa who had just won the European Cup. Their side was packed full of great players and I got loads of autographs after the game. I was on my own because the mate I was supposed to go with had found out there was no train back to Truro after the game. I ended up having to stay the night in a Police cell as I had no way of getting home.

Then I went as often as possible and this was during the Cup run in 1983-84.

Crap in the league but giant-killers in the Cup I saw the early rounds and then to West Brom for the 5th round which was so thrilling for a youngster. Then the Derby game at Home Park. My father's friend got us tickets from a friend of his from Derby so we had tickets in the away end, which was the Devonport End for that game.

My dad and Ray got absolutely shit-faced and I was a bit worried in the Derby end with my Argyle scarf on so stewards let us into the Mayflower terrace just before the game started.

For anyone like Cobi who won't understand what it was like then, it was incredible! Packed in like sardines and you were taken along with the crowd when it surged. When Staniforth let fly I saw the shot leave his boot and head for the bottom corner and the crowd swayed together and I was already celebrating the "goal" when it hit the inside of the post and rolled agonisingly over to the other post and out. 35,000 Argyle fans make one helluva noise without the need for a drum and a songsheet!

I can't remember much else about the game, but at the end of the game I realised I was separated from my dad and Ray and couldn't see them anywhere. A friendly steward helped me find them and reunited us.

Again we got tickets for the replay at the Baseball Ground, but had the sense to queue up at the away end and show them to a steward there who said it was fine to go in. You got the feeling that Derby thought they only had to turn up for the replay but the Argyle fans were so confident I knew we would win, even if it took a fluke goal.

I didn't enjoy the semi-final as much. We arrived just in the nick of time for the game to start and I was just a bag of nerves. I remember a big guy in a donkey jacket right next to us screaming "Get into them" over and over again in my ear. Every time I looked at him he smiled and said "Need to get into them bey, specially that feckin John Barnes"

Back then I loved the walk from the railway station to the ground. Everbody walked really quickly to get to the game and I used to look out for the first glimpse of the floodlights so that I knew the ground was near. Walking past the clock was the moment you could start to feel the atmosphere. Even in small crowds there was a special feeling, a buzz, and I used to take in every detail, savouring it to think about it later.

I always remember my dad not really giving a feck about anyone. He tripped over a hooligan with a half-brick after the Derby game. Sent him flying and told him to feckin grow up. He also had a stand up row with National Front knobheads who used to hand out leaflets by the clock. He snatched a load of leaflets and threw them in the air telling them they were nothing but scum.

Another time when we played Arsenal in the League Cup the Police had penned everyone in to escort them to the ground from the railway station. After a few minutes waiting around like sheep in a pen my dad shouted "charge!" and everybody surged forward and they had to let us through. A massive cheer went up and we were off

In 86 I was at school near Exeter when we beat Bristol City 4-0, and I swear it was busier that night than the Derby game. I saw loads of people getting in without paying in the Lyndhurst End. I stayed for ages after the game and got in real shit for being late back the meet the teacher who was waiting to drive me back to school. It was a boarding school and my dormitory was covered in Argyle flags, programmes and a big newspaper spread of the Cup run where I was slap bang in the middle of a colour photograph of the crowd.

Loads of other great memories like the Everton Cup game. Another big crowd and I had been given the ultimatum of going to my girlfriends sister's wedding or the game. There was only going to be one winner

Away games were brilliant as well. We would hire a minibus for the weekend and just have the stuipdest times. Reading away at Elm Park where we scored just before half-time and Dave Smith had gone back to the dressing room early and didn't realise Argyle had scored. He did the entire team talk based on it being 0-0

After the game we were messing around looking for an off-licence and when we found one and all pile din there pushing and shoving each other, the owner was shitting himself and told us just to take the beers we had and not cause any trouble. I tried telling him we weren't robbing him and wanted to pay for the beers but he just kept saying go, go, leave me alone, so we walked out with loads of free beers.

On the way home there was a broken down Bristol City coach with a few fans milling around while the driver was presumably waiting for a breakdown vehicle. We got out of the minibus as if offering to help them, but all lined up facing the fans in the coach and pulled moonies at them

Arsenal away in the Cup was crazy. Over 10,000 Argyle fans in the clock end having just a small barrier between us and the home fans, who applauded us for our support even thought we lost 6-1. What a team Arsenal had back then!

Meeting the team in their hotel in Sunderland on a freezing cold February day in about 87 or 88 was great fun. We had photos taken with Dave Smith, Garry Nelson and a couple of others, and made them wait while my old camera flash had warmed up enough to take another photo. We went on a 12 hour coach journey from the Far Post Club, which included Noddy and surprisingly not Chris Webb!

Wembley was a messy day for me. Not having slept the night before while we travelled up in the back of a transit van, and all drinking crates of cheap French beer we had bought off a dodgy mate, along with feck knows how many of these strange pills which fecked you up for about 3 days. Of course I took 3 of them and was dancing on the table in a pub full of Darlington fans calling them all the names under the son

Wembley should've been special but it was a shithole by then and I was so off my tits I didn't appreciate much of it except the celebrations that night in London.

Luggy's first spell as manager was just something amazing. I thought we could beat anyone we played with such swagger. The night at Sheffield Wednesday is still probably my favourite Argyle game of all time. So many Argyle fans there for a midweek game and we destroyed them. Talking to a few of their fans after the game they said we were head and shoulders above anyone else in the league, and we were.

Swindon away that season, going 2-0 up and cruising then they scored two late scrappy goals and their fans singing "2-0 and you fecked it up" I think it was the first time I'd heard them all game and then Marino Keith scoring in injury time "2-2 and you fecked it up" brilliant.

I loved the humour of the Argyle fans as well. Some wag always came up with a funny shout or chant and everyone joining in. David Pleat getting stick after getting caught kerb crawling, "Does your missus know you're here". Playing Grimsby it was "Come in a trawler, you must've come in a trawler"

Scary times at home and away back then too. Beating Leeds 6-3 and going wild but loving the Leeds support and how organised they were.

That video is how I remember Home Park best. Standing in the Lyndhurst End God knows how many times, waking up the next morning hoarse from singing and drinking far too much. Waiting for the ballboys to form their circle and wave was a bit of a ritual as we waved back

Football's not the same now, but it really does sadden me how some people have taken what I love and turned it to shit. Solicitors letters, private investigators, threats, bullying and what makes it all the worse is that this is fellow Argyle fans doing it so that they get what they want, a seat in the Directors Box while we languish at the foot of Division 4!

I've seen it all. Promotions, relegations, Cup runs, hooliganism, shit players, great players, loving Sturrock and then feckin hating him leaving for Southampton, but it's only this last year or two where I have ever contemplated wanting Argyle to lose just to piss off the dickheads who have ruined it for me. I was even banned for 3 years for doing absolutely feck all. I couldn't watch Argyle for 3 years because a couple of wanker coppers wanted another statistic to please their boss. I wasn't even arrested at the game despite the claims that I was so out of order it warranted stopping me going for 3 years?

I've been in crowds of around 3,000 and 40,000 and sometimes the 3,000 crowds at home to Bury were better than the big crowds at Wembley. 3000 real fans and friends who wouldn't have been able to tell you who the club president was or contemplate having some snidey fuckers digging around trying to discredit you or make anonymous threats because you don't share their point of view.

I really hope that Village Green finds out who has illegally found his address and mistakenly passed it on, like my mothers address was passed on, and he gets the revenge he wants or deserves. I'm hoping Newell had something to do with it, or Postey or Hooper, and it goes to the authorities who nip this in the bud once and for all. Nik Barron maybe the fan who keeps giving but to me he is nothing.

If he has broken the law or had the law broken on his behalf then the full details need to come out and whoever is responsible has to be punished so that they and their friends realise that they are wrong. They are way, way out of order and it's gone too far. I don't care who they sit next to in the Directors Box, or how many corporate boxes they have, this shit needs to end and Nikk's cock-up could be the catalyst for change, although I do think that the main players will be protected again, like Postey has done over the Greenman shit.

My contempt for these scumbags knows no bounds and I'll do whatever I can to put a stop to their arrogant, hypocritical games. They may have ruined Argyle for me but the club is bigger than Nikk, Webb, Newell, Jameson, Postey, Hooper, Jones and even James Brent. Their time will come and I will enjoy watching their evil ways get exposed and them scrabbling around trying to blame each other for everything, because their is no honour amongst thieves and when the shit hits the fan they won't be so keen on taking the blame for others then.

That's my Home Park and Argyle in the video, not this property developer and his helpers sticking a knife in the back of other supporters while the club is in danger of dropping out of the league altogether. It will return you wankers, it's just a case of how long before your house of cards gets knocked down.

Fantastic read, been going since 69 so lived through all that. Brings a tear to a beys eye!

All great stuff!

Home Park has never been the same since the original roof was taken off the Devonport End. The noise that used to be generated in there will never been heard again at Home Park.

The replacement roof on the Devonport End was vastly inferior.

I think now of singing " I was born in the Devonport End" and see where my club is now and it really makes me want to cry and angry at the same time.

James Brent will never ever understand. A football club is far more, much more than a business.

England under 23 v bulgaria, the league cup semi v man city, beating torquay six nil paul mariner the best player argyle ever had, loads of great games watched it all from the devonport end happy days! dont get me started on brent and his yes men!

And look what a winning team did to attendance figures as the season progressed.

Promotion achieved but instead of building around the likes of Mariner and Rafferty, we sold them.............. as we always do.

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I remember the clouds of steam coming from the Demport on a damp evening when it was nose to nose in there and climbing up onto the steel roof trusses to get away from Inspector Lovell (I think?), you couldn't see the match and he just waited for you at the final whistle but it seemed like a good idea at the time!

Fekin sad innit, it's even sadder that some fans are happy to brown nose Brent for this heap of crap that they want to bestow upon us curse us with for the rest of living memory.

GOB wrote:

I remember the clouds of steam coming from the Demport on a damp evening when it was nose to nose in there and climbing up onto the steel roof trusses to get away from Inspector Lovell (I think?), you couldn't see the match and he just waited for you at the final whistle but it seemed like a good idea at the time!

Fekin sad innit, it's even sadder that some fans are happy to brown nose Brent for this heap of crap that they want to bestow upon us curse us with for the rest of living memory.

Foden?

Jaytex2012 wrote:

GOB wrote:

I remember the clouds of steam coming from the Demport on a damp evening when it was nose to nose in there and climbing up onto the steel roof trusses to get away from Inspector Lovell (I think?), you couldn't see the match and he just waited for you at the final whistle but it seemed like a good idea at the time!

Fekin sad innit, it's even sadder that some fans are happy to brown nose Brent for this heap of crap that they want to bestow upon us curse us with for the rest of living memory.

Foden?

Newell?

took me a while to figure out why it was always wet at the front of the demport, even when the day was warm and sunny, when i was a kid. worked out that the toilets/wall to piss against were just too far to walk for some people

I remember the days when we were fans & supporters - not customers.

But I'm a boring old fart.

knecht wrote:

I remember the days when we were fans & supporters - not customers.

But I'm a boring old fart.

So do I.

So am I. And glad to be one.

Jaytex2012 wrote:

GOB wrote:

I remember the clouds of steam coming from the Demport on a damp evening when it was nose to nose in there and climbing up onto the steel roof trusses to get away from Inspector Lovell (I think?), you couldn't see the match and he just waited for you at the final whistle but it seemed like a good idea at the time!

Fekin sad innit, it's even sadder that some fans are happy to brown nose Brent for this heap of crap that they want to bestow upon us curse us with for the rest of living memory.

Foden?

Definitely Mike Foden but I'm not sure what rank he had. He ended up working as a taxi driver and passed away not that long ago.

Jaytex2012 wrote:

GOB wrote:

I remember the clouds of steam coming from the Demport on a damp evening when it was nose to nose in there and climbing up onto the steel roof trusses to get away from Inspector Lovell (I think?), you couldn't see the match and he just waited for you at the final whistle but it seemed like a good idea at the time!

Fekin sad innit, it's even sadder that some fans are happy to brown nose Brent for this heap of crap that they want to bestow upon us curse us with for the rest of living memory.

Foden?

Mike Foden, he passed away recently.