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13th October 1984. Northampton scored to silence the roaring crowd? A bit of artistic licence with that sentence as there was only 1,920 of us there. Roots Hall was a morgue in those dark days. We used to join hands and try to contact the living!

Bad bad days .
 
BOTTOM:
I will aggravate my
voice so that I will roar you as gently as any
******* dove; I will roar you an 'twere any
nightingale.

Very apt, as I always imagine that Bill of Stratford had had too many fly agaric mushrooms in his stew and his mid-morning cuppa when he wrote Midsummer Nights Dream and The Tempest. Alas no amount of stew or cups of tea could numb the pain of that period of supporting the blues.
 
It was nearing the time 30 years to this day that I was walking home from Brixton tube station after playing 6-a-side football at Swiss Cottage Sports Centre that me and my hefty footy bag started getting buffeted about by a bit of a gale past The Fridge in Brixton Hill.

The next morning I woke up to a power cut at home and when I went off to work, I saw a lot of trees down. The tube service was a bit patchy and when I got out from Pimlico station, I noticed more trees down in Lupus Street. When I got to work, I was the only one there.

We had a game that night at home to Rotherham and I was dependent on public transport. I FO'd early as no other funker was around and saw that I couldn't get a train down to Southend because of this hurricane that happened overnight. I managed to get a tube to Gants Hill and got the 400 bus down to Southend. It took forever but I just about got to the game in time.

Martin Robinson scored early on - a right footed shot (uncharacteristically) from near the penalty spot, 8th minute IIRC - and we eventually drew 1-1. We also eventually stayed up that season (after a dreadful start), unlike a lot of trees in South London.
 
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It was nearing the time 30 years to this day that I was walking home from Brixton tube station after playing 6-a-side football at Swiss Cottage Sports Centre that me and my hefty footy bag started getting buffeted about by a bit of a gale past The Fridge in Brixton Hill.

The next morning I woke up to a power cut at home and when I went off to work, I saw a lot of trees down. The tube service was a bit patchy and when I got out from Pimlico station, I noticed more trees down in Lupus Street. When I got to work, I was the only one there.

We had a game that night at home to Rotherham and I was dependent on public transport. I FO'd early as no other funker was around and saw that I couldn't get a train down to Southend because of this hurricane that happened overnight. I managed to get a tube to Gants Hill and got the 400 bus down to Southend. It took forever but I just about got to the game in time.

Martin Robinson scored early on - a right footed shot (uncharacteristically) from near the penalty spot, 8th minute IIRC - and we eventually drew 1-1. We also eventually stayed up that season (after a dreadful start), unlike a lot of trees in South London.

Excellent memories Rob.

We deserved to win that game too and at that time safety was a long way off.

Some magic games followed and the genius that is Paul Clark dissipated the legacy of that idiot Bate and steered us to safety.

I quite liked Martin Robinson - a real trier and scored some important goals.
 
Excellent memories Rob.

We deserved to win that game too and at that time safety was a long way off.

Some magic games followed and the genius that is Paul Clark dissipated the legacy of that idiot Bate and steered us to safety.

I quite liked Martin Robinson - a real trier and scored some important goals.

Yes - Bate's one good signing, Ray!

I remember a game at home to Bristol Rovers just after Xmas (28th Dec., I think) when we were 2-1 down in the 2nd half and the Roots Hall crowd were getting a bit restless, calling for Robbo to come on. He did, he played really well and we won 4-2.
 
[David Webb’s side opened the scoring early on with a well take(sic) free-kick that flew past Bury’s keeper

They could have at least mentioned who took the free-kick!
 
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