Fulwood Blade
Well-Known Member
A As I listened to him moaning away the ball was clattered into the John Street Terrace, empty as it was at that end. My dad chased after the ball as it bounced around on the steps, scooped it up and then lobbed it to Paul Garner who was waiting with his hand raised in that universal signal of "ovver 'ere, mate."
Garner then chucked it to Matthews who took it forward a few yards and then leathered it into the back of the net. Forget Paul Garner, that was one assist to Rennie Bell, thanks very much.
Something a little light hearted...........
Thinking about GB's post got me thinking about balls going into the crowd.
I keep telling my nipper - the ball has never come anywhere near me.....EVER !..........Grrrrrrrr. - and been going near on 50 years.
Any stories about having your head knocked off? leaping up like a salmon, catch it in both hands followed by great applause from the crowd? having an assist like GB's dad?
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