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The PL League Boss⭐⭐
As we seem to be boring Wiggy, with nothing of interest on SZ lets have a trip down memory lane that usually gets some response.
NEWCASTLE UNITED 3-2 SOUTHEND UNITED
15th August 1992 Division 1
This was Kevin Keegan's first League match as manager of Newcastle, and he Proudly claimed in the Programme "Newcastle United are a Premier League side in all but name", the Newcastle public certainly responded, the attendance was the largest of the day in a Capacity crowd of 28,545. We sensed the occasion as we got the train into Newcastle and had to stand much of the way, everyone was talking about Keegan and the match, as we reached the City every Pub seemed to have chanting Newcastle Fans inside. It was raining and we made our way to the ground.
St James Park was about to be developed but not yet, we were in open terracing for the next four hours in the pouring rain, as we got closer to kick off and the ground was filling I was quite impressed by the amount of fans we had, until I noticed a lot of them had Geordie accents. The Truth was that as the ground was filling up the only room was in the away end and there didn't seem to be any restrictions on who they let in. In the end there was no real segregation at all but also no problems apart from the odd verbal arguments at which the Police soon came in and diffused.
There had been a change in the Rules in the summer, if a defender passed back to the goalkeeper the keeper was no longer allowed to handle the ball, but could only kick it. I don't think we had done our homework, every time somebody back passed to Sammy he screamed at his defenders that he couldn't touch it, he didn't seem to realise he could still kick it. This did cause us some early problems, but just teething problems, we accounted for ourselves well but ended up losing 2-3 (still in the pouring rain) we made our way back to the shelter of the Station.
The train arrived and we boarded it, quite empty unlike the train on the way out, three Southend fans got on soaked to the skin like us, but they proceeded to strip to their boxers and hang their wet clothes from the luggage rack to dry. No one was offended most casual passengers laughed and joked with them, as we set off. Enter one stern lady ticket collector, who told them in no uncertain language to put their clothes on, they replied, quite politely that they would as soon as they had dried out a bit, or if any passengers objected, nobody did, out she stormed not at all happy. At York she returned with two Police Officers who informed them to get dressed as they were being ejected from the train, "What time's the next train to London?" They asked, "Tomorrow" the ticket collectoress replied with a sly smile on her face. Was that really necessary?
Thats my memories of the day anyone got any other stories?
And who were those three streaking shrimpers?
DoDtS
NEWCASTLE UNITED 3-2 SOUTHEND UNITED
15th August 1992 Division 1
This was Kevin Keegan's first League match as manager of Newcastle, and he Proudly claimed in the Programme "Newcastle United are a Premier League side in all but name", the Newcastle public certainly responded, the attendance was the largest of the day in a Capacity crowd of 28,545. We sensed the occasion as we got the train into Newcastle and had to stand much of the way, everyone was talking about Keegan and the match, as we reached the City every Pub seemed to have chanting Newcastle Fans inside. It was raining and we made our way to the ground.
St James Park was about to be developed but not yet, we were in open terracing for the next four hours in the pouring rain, as we got closer to kick off and the ground was filling I was quite impressed by the amount of fans we had, until I noticed a lot of them had Geordie accents. The Truth was that as the ground was filling up the only room was in the away end and there didn't seem to be any restrictions on who they let in. In the end there was no real segregation at all but also no problems apart from the odd verbal arguments at which the Police soon came in and diffused.
There had been a change in the Rules in the summer, if a defender passed back to the goalkeeper the keeper was no longer allowed to handle the ball, but could only kick it. I don't think we had done our homework, every time somebody back passed to Sammy he screamed at his defenders that he couldn't touch it, he didn't seem to realise he could still kick it. This did cause us some early problems, but just teething problems, we accounted for ourselves well but ended up losing 2-3 (still in the pouring rain) we made our way back to the shelter of the Station.
The train arrived and we boarded it, quite empty unlike the train on the way out, three Southend fans got on soaked to the skin like us, but they proceeded to strip to their boxers and hang their wet clothes from the luggage rack to dry. No one was offended most casual passengers laughed and joked with them, as we set off. Enter one stern lady ticket collector, who told them in no uncertain language to put their clothes on, they replied, quite politely that they would as soon as they had dried out a bit, or if any passengers objected, nobody did, out she stormed not at all happy. At York she returned with two Police Officers who informed them to get dressed as they were being ejected from the train, "What time's the next train to London?" They asked, "Tomorrow" the ticket collectoress replied with a sly smile on her face. Was that really necessary?
Thats my memories of the day anyone got any other stories?
And who were those three streaking shrimpers?
DoDtS