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Selecting teams for home matches to win the game rather than to keep a clean sheet.
 
"The sweet sellers walking round the perimeter"

I was told this story...

"I went to a Southend game nany years ago and the seller walked round the perimeter shouting 'Choc ices!'. I quite fancied one as did my brother.so I waited for the seller to come round again...

"Choc ices! Choc ices!" "Two choc ices please" "Sorry mate, we don't sell 'em. Choc ices!"
 
The Magic Sponge from the Seventies. After an injury during the game, the trainer would come on and press and rub the sponge full of water over the injury. It always seemed to do the trick, hence Magic Sponge.
Player limping...Magic Sponge, Ball in the face...Magic Sponge, Broken neck...Magic Sponge.
 
All my mates both dead and alive who stood in the North Bank in the late 60's and 70's.

Chasing Cockney Reds around Euston Station.
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Remember ,with you in that bar/pub above Euston station,
Then hearing a massive "UNITED",,travelers might have thought Man.Utd,Newcastle...but no..it was the main mob of SOUTHEND..we knocked our beers back ,"sharpish"..then joined the lads on our next "adventure"
 
All those horrible, nasty, grotty & run down away grounds I attended mid week in the old third and fourth division games.

As bad as they were it was possibly some of the best times of my life and I wish I was that young again and enjoying the company of the other die hard fans who also went.
 
All those horrible, nasty, grotty & run down away grounds I attended mid week in the old third and fourth division games.

As bad as they were it was possibly some of the best times of my life and I wish I was that young again and enjoying the company of the other die hard fans who also went.

Not nasty and grotty and run down.

Grounds with individual character that imprint themselves on your mind forever as opposed to souless stadia that are (virtually) all the same.
 
The Magic Sponge from the Seventies. After an injury during the game, the trainer would come on and press and rub the sponge full of water over the injury. It always seemed to do the trick, hence Magic Sponge.
Player limping...Magic Sponge, Ball in the face...Magic Sponge, Broken neck...Magic Sponge.
Would that have been John Lattimer?
Lovely guy sadly no longer with us,presented me my first football honours with the mighty Priory Atheletic.
 
Would that have been John Lattimer?
Lovely guy sadly no longer with us,presented me my first football honours with the mighty Priory Atheletic.

He would have been one of them, but it happened at all clubs at the time. Also, they were all called Trainers, and not Physio's etc. Some would bring on the Sponge already soaked in water, and some would even bring on a little bucket of water with the Sponge, Lol.
 
Anyone remember the 'disco' which was above the Shrimpers Club in the mid seventies - open Friday and Saturday evenings I think, sometimes saw a few of the players there.
 
He would have been one of them, but it happened at all clubs at the time. Also, they were all called Trainers, and not Physio's etc. Some would bring on the Sponge already soaked in water, and some would even bring on a little bucket of water with the Sponge, Lol.

My dad was trainer at Woodford Town in the mid 60s, I got to see a number of decent players for the London teams 3rd strings
 
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