'Memries' The day Fred Furniss taught me a lesson

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Prompted by Freeman's goal-scoring feats, Matthew Bell in today's local paper discusses United's full-backs over the years, including Fred Furniss, who scored 15 out of 17 penalties, a decent record. In the 1970s the local team I played in goal for drew Ecclesfield Red Rose (I think) in a cup match, and Fred Furniss, now in his 50s, was right-back. For 85 minutes I only saw him at a distance (full-backs did not cross the half-way line then), but a few minutes from the end, with us 4-0 down, one of our team gave away a daft penalty, probably to test me against FF. The ball was muddy and heavy, and as anyone who has kept goal will remember, some moments you just know nothing is going to get past you. He put the ball on the spot, walked back 3 or 4 paces, walked towards the ball, and I had my eyes fixed on his, ready to dive the right way and achieve my moment of glory. When he got to the ball, I heard a noise behind me, and to my horror saw the ball in the back of the net. I did not even see it go past me. Ever since then, I have looked at professional footballers with respect for their ability.
 



My Uncle Fred was at school with his namesake Fred Furniss and they stayed mates when the latter was in the United first team. My uncle's 93 now and too frail to go to games but still follows the Blades' results and sent me a Christmas card saying "at last we've got a good manager". I mention all this because family and history are an important part of being a Blade for me, especially as I now have a four-year-old ... called Fred.
 
Prompted by Freeman's goal-scoring feats, Matthew Bell in today's local paper discusses United's full-backs over the years, including Fred Furniss, who scored 15 out of 17 penalties, a decent record. In the 1970s the local team I played in goal for drew Ecclesfield Red Rose (I think) in a cup match, and Fred Furniss, now in his 50s, was right-back. For 85 minutes I only saw him at a distance (full-backs did not cross the half-way line then), but a few minutes from the end, with us 4-0 down, one of our team gave away a daft penalty, probably to test me against FF. The ball was muddy and heavy, and as anyone who has kept goal will remember, some moments you just know nothing is going to get past you. He put the ball on the spot, walked back 3 or 4 paces, walked towards the ball, and I had my eyes fixed on his, ready to dive the right way and achieve my moment of glory. When he got to the ball, I heard a noise behind me, and to my horror saw the ball in the back of the net. I did not even see it go past me. Ever since then, I have looked at professional footballers with respect for their ability.
I've also played against Fred and posted about it previously.

He was playing for the Gas Board at the time on Claywheels Lane. I'd be late teens / early twenties, he was early fifties. Don't think he crossed the half way line in our game either.

The thing that struck me was he wore old style "hobnail" boots and toe-ended free kicks.

Did he toe end the penalty, can you remember ?

One of the penalties he missed was in the famous 7-3 drubbing of the pigs by the way.

Blades legend.
 
I've also played against Fred and posted about it previously.

He was playing for the Gas Board at the time on Claywheels Lane. I'd be late teens / early twenties, he was early fifties. Don't think he crossed the half way line in our game either.

The thing that struck me was he wore old style "hobnail" boots and toe-ended free kicks.

Did he toe end the penalty, can you remember ?

One of the penalties he missed was in the famous 7-3 drubbing of the pigs by the way.

Blades legend.

I missed your previous thread, as I'm new on here. Apologies. The only time he came near me was to take the penalty, and I decided to watch his eyes. So I'm not sure what kind of boots he wore. It would make sense that he toe-ended it, because I wasn't even aware that his foot had reached the ball.
The 7-3 was just before my time. I don't remember seeing him take a penalty, but if he got 15 out of 17, that's pretty good use of the old toecap! And meant that looking him in the eye was never going to work - the ball could go anywhere. If only I'd had a goalkeeping coach...
 
Albert Broadbent, probably in his fifties, both knees heavily bandaged sold me a dummy one game that good I almost ended up on the next pitch.
When you said heavily bandaged Sean,I thought you were going to say "sold me a mummy":tumbleweed:
...sorry.....
 
Once played gainst gerry young, went up to head the ball with him behind me, the back of my head caught him above the eye and cut him, he was incenced with me and said I had done it deliberately, I hadn't, after the game he wanted a "word" with me, he was having treatment while I legged it, lucky for him ;-)
 
Once played gainst gerry young, went up to head the ball with him behind me, the back of my head caught him above the eye and cut him, he was incenced with me and said I had done it deliberately, I hadn't, after the game he wanted a "word" with me, he was having treatment while I legged it, lucky for him ;-)

But did you win the header? ;)
 
Once played gainst gerry young, went up to head the ball with him behind me, the back of my head caught him above the eye and cut him, he was incenced with me and said I had done it deliberately, I hadn't, after the game he wanted a "word" with me, he was having treatment while I legged it, lucky for him ;-)


"Trapper" Young.
 



"Trapper" Young.
After that goal

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I was at Alton Towers (just a boating lake and small funfair then) with my mum and dad. One or two people had little transistor radios so it was possible to follow the game and when Everton got the winner, I was so excited I jumped into a wasps' nest, got covered in stings and had to have medical treatment.
Great day!
 
My back's never been the same since I vaulted the settee after that goal..

Seems strange now, but even then not everyone had a telly. My Wednesday fan uncle came to watch at ours. I couldn't vault the settee 'cos I was too busy jumping up and down on it till my dad (closet wendy) gave my a clip. Uncle Dennis called me unsporting and I just smirked back causing me to get another. Happy days.
 
Played against Glyn Hodges in a charity match and forgot my shin pads so went in goal. First half he hit a belting shot towards the bottom corner and to this day I don't know how I managed to dive full length and tip it round the post. Hodgy laughed and called me a twat.

Second half he got the ball 25 yards out, took 2 strides and fucking smashed it. Got both hands to it but not a chance in hell of saving it. Bent my fingers back so they touched my arms. Hodgy laughed and called me a twat again :D

Great bloke, never seen a ball move as fast, happy days.
 
Lovely memrie :)

With apologies to the cricket-averse, I have a similar memrie of Frederick Seawards Trueman in his '50s. Fred, like Fred Furniss, was off 4 or 5 yards, but still quicker than seemed physically plausible.

As FST played for Sheffield United Cricket Club, back in the days when Sheffield United still thought of itself very much as "one club", I think this counts as Blades Chat ...
 



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