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Not one for the RAPFA boys....
Not one for the RAPFA boys....
It's not the original tree that succumbed to dutch elm a dee years back. That's the tree the planted to replace it
The Big Tree, Chesterfield Road, was once called Masons Arms but was renamed in 1936 after the large tree which grew in front of the building. Ironically by the time the name had been changed the tree in question had been pulled down, reputedly by an elephant from a touring circus that had been tethered to it. A new tree was planted in its place that lasted until the 1980s when it blew down after becoming diseased after which it too was replaced. The pub's past links are shown by masonic symbols inlaid into the floor but these are now covered by carpets. The pub was known as Brewburgers for short period in the 1980s
Me and Tunsy were going to go down, but they've stopped doing Happy Hour.
Gannon and Booker went in the night we beat Wendy 2-0 when Deano nut megged Woods. I wasn't there but apparently it was a raucous affair with flares being set off in pool table pockets. Sir Bob made a brief speech when called upon which consisted of a simple "who the fack are Sheffield Wednesday".
My mate says the Ale House is decent too. In a kind of being the opposite of the Tree kind of way.
I was there that fateful afternoon/evening. A pig tried to get up and start singing Wednesday songs at one point and had the living shit kicked out of him. I don't normally condone that sort of thing.......Ahhhh bollocks he was a pig so he deserved all he got. Mate I was with was a pig and was shitting himself all night thinking he was going to be outed. It was worth leaving him hanging all night to watch him. Walked back to the top of Ridgeway Road from there and didn't stop singing all the way.
Aahhhh them were the days.
it was the footballing gods that blew the tree down. This is a regular haunt for the we :heart: Hoofers to drink their pissy, fizzy lager!?
Call me daft, but if your mate was shitting himself all night, why did he just not discreetly leave the pub?
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