by frankswift » Thu Jan 17, 2013 1:15 pm
Howdo.
Great forum, with at least 80% of you as mad as Balotelli's cock. A home from home indeed. I'll post an introduction so I'll feel less like a stalker, as I rarely comment (after 7 years on the Salford RL board I've managed about 100) but I'm on the forum most days.
So: born in the quiet, picturesque hamlet of Eccles-Upon-Irwell in the fifties, I can remember that when I was three, on baking days, my auntie would put some ingredients aside to make me a rhubarb pie on a saucer, so following her team was really only the polite thing to do. But on leaving school, I was seduced away from football by women, drugs, women, motorcyles, lasses, politics and da blues (the music, that is) until five years ago, when I bumped into a lad I used to head out to t'Kippax with, flared kecks akimbo and mullets waving in the breeze. We bored everyone else shitless by imitating Alan Ball's squeaky voice when he told us to piss off after an Everton game when we asked for an autograph.
Subsequently I bought a match ticket for the first time since decimalisation. And (though programmes are no longer two shillings and sixpence) how good was that! Great atmosphere, good food and I didn't get twatted by anyone, not even by the dibble (who were the main twatters, as I recall, in the 60s and 70s). And we won, naturally, just like in the 60s, so I guess nothing has changed over the years - we've always been near the top of Football League Division One, right? Nowadays I get to as many games as I can (although I live about 15 miles from Guildford, the home of most rag-fanciers).
My nine-year-old sometimes comes along, but is a Blue mainly due to the massive pile of City merch she gets me to buy her. My best mate lives up North, and though an Irishman who originally took the Liverpool route, has come along to games and can now waggle a banana as good as any of us.
