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My dad was a Millwall supporter in ths 1930s. Sharpened coins were thrown. If that is fit for warm reminiscence, or any of the other bollocks that passes for a good day out, tell that to Mark Raven of this parish :shrug:

Thanks. I am not sure I still have that old photo. I have looked for others of the great man, but they are either Burnley, or his hair style is unacceptable. I'll have another look at some point. For now, I like the embracing figures - seems right for these days of social distancing. :wave:

Mate, I appreciate your attempts to be the NSC Henry Kissinger. Before I realised what I was dealing with I came close to offering the bloke a go on my spare ticket when he was griping about the costs at the Amex. That was just after I returned to NSC after a long absence. Only later, after...

As I'm sure you appreciate, I wasn't expecting a reply. I wouldn't have read it in any case. It just seems like a good thing to call him out on a regular basis. Not replying sensibly to any direct question* is the hallmark of a troll. Who knew? :shrug: Thanks for the link, anyway :thumbsup...

And another coward, Pretty pink fairy, is invited to defend this. On you go, son. Let's hear it.

Here it changed almost overnight with the 'stranger danger' hysteria when the gutter press, aided and abetted by mainstream Solemn News Reports, gave extensive lurid coverage to every stranger child murder. If there are 50 stranger murders a year (I'm guessing - I suspect it is actually fewer)...

Well, I was hit from behind by a skin head who then ran away, with his pal, and I had a couple of run ins with Teddy Boys (on Wardour Street and at, er, Portslade station). But in the real world, the world with actual people in it, no. Never random. A few nonrandom exchanges of opinion. But...

First home game I was 11, my mate was 11 and our brothers were 7 and 8. We walked there. On our own. Avoiding tossers was instinctive. Avoiding nonses was learned from an ill fated visit to the lavs under the clock tower a year later :mad:

Indeed. I meant laughable as a bit of: Street theatre Point proving Demonstration of superiority Having a bit of fun I was pissed (70s) I was on drugs (90s version) Or whatever explanation the goons offer. I have been punched in the face for no reason several times, not at football...

Bullying, and cowardly. I went to school with a complete mentalist who did the full windmilling at the drop of a hat. Not sure what the story was - abused at home or something. There was a story. After he was expelled he windmilled through all comers on a street near the school. He was loving...

Must have been around 1972. Pat Saward era. About 6 Gillingam lads 'took' the North. :facepalm: But I was watching, bemused, from the South. I remember seeing one of my schoolmates, BK. doing the 'hold me back' dance on the lawn of Aldershot FC in around 73, along with 100 others wearing...