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THE SEVENTIES NORTH BANK

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We are so lucky nowadays. When I were a wee lad (You could buy a car for a pound, and still have change for some shiny shoes), You had to travel in some dodgy looking coach that would often get attacked (Once had a brick smash through the window just glancing my bonce) at the away ground or Trains that seemed to break down a lot. If they expected a lot of you they would role out the football special. These were old stock that they didn't mind so much getting trashed and smashed, as happened all the time in those wild days. Toilets at grounds were normally disgusting, some with no womens toilets. Half the adults seemed to smoke during games, especially the West Stand, some with nice or awful smelling pipe and tobacco that wafted across your face making you cough or giving you sore eyes. If you were unlucky like a mate of mine, a much bigger lad behind would p*ss in your pocket in a packed out North Bank, rather than try and squeeze through to the bog. We have much better coverage about games, players and our club from the local paper. We have the official site, and others on the internet, along with the great SUFC Database. We have this fantastic Shrimperzone site, where we can all share our views and vent our feelings. We can actually listen live for free on BBC Essex to any Southend game we can't make.
Having lived through a few decades, I for one, know how lucky I am to be able to listen to the match this afternoon and I really appreciate how much better things are today with all the things I mentioned.





But hey, I really miss those days. Despite all it's faults, it was very exciting, sometimes frightening but great fun and great comradery. Bunking in. The surge of a packed out North Bank. The songs, a massive knees up mother brown, the rivalry. Oh if only.
 
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