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Viking Chat => Viking Chat => Topic started by: daib0 on April 05, 2014, 12:08:38 pm
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Rules of Football when we were kids!
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How true!
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Team with least amount of players get monkey rush
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I remember games in the 'backs' at Newcastle ( my Gran'mas')when the game did not stop for the reason suggested in point 4 because in fact some kids would drop out to go home for tea and others would arrive to take their place .. only nightfall would stop play.
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And it was over if the ball went above jumping height for the keeper.
What a stupid rule... :laugh:
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And a free kick was as rare as hens teeth. A player had to be murdered for a free kick to be awarded.
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And a free kick was as rare as hens teeth. A player had to be murdered for a free kick to be awarded.
To be fair Rob thats a soft free kick really, and the offside rule was far less complicated and if the hardest kid playing said that the ball went over the bar it went over the bar no matter what hieght it was
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Kitson would've had a field day with us, we didn't disallow goal lagging.
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Goal lagging. bas**rds.
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Jumpers for goalposts
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We erected some goalposts and a crossbar made from scaffolding on the side of the pit tib on Kirton Lane in Stainy, the goalkeeper could touch the crossbar at one side, but needed a step ladder to touch the crossbar at the other side, great for scoring goals in the top corner though!
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It didn't matter if what side you'd been on before you rushed home for dinner, when you came back you always went on the losing side.
Great memories of footie games that lasted all of Saturdays and Sundays :)
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Balls stuck under cars? There were only 3 cars on the whole street where I lived in Scawthorpe!
Plastic bottles as a ball no such thing when I was a nipper
Who owned the ball was always captain and always had foggie pick
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Balls stuck under cars? There were only 3 cars on the whole street where I lived in Scawthorpe!
I see why you miss the point - in other areas, where the cars left on the street still had wheels, there was space underneath for the ball to make that all too familiar skidding noise as it jammed itself in.
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Actually our kid who was always picked last is now a surgeon, so I'd say that rule doesn't hold true.
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I remember playing in the snow at the bottom of Ellesmere Grove Filo, & if we sneaked onto Catholic school proper pitch it could be owt up to 17 a side on a Sunday afternoon, happy days.
We erected some goalposts and a crossbar made from scaffolding on the side of the pit tib on Kirton Lane in Stainy, the goalkeeper could touch the crossbar at one side, but needed a step ladder to touch the crossbar at the other side, great for scoring goals in the top corner though!
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I remember playing in the snow at the bottom of Ellesmere Grove Filo, & if we sneaked onto Catholic school proper pitch it could be owt up to 17 a side on a Sunday afternoon, happy days.
We erected some goalposts and a crossbar made from scaffolding on the side of the pit tib on Kirton Lane in Stainy, the goalkeeper could touch the crossbar at one side, but needed a step ladder to touch the crossbar at the other side, great for scoring goals in the top corner though!
Les, done that as well, bottom of ellsmere, behind Mayfield Avenue, Flat top field which is now Kirton Lane school field and the Catholic school field, the caretaker there was a bit of a t**t though
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I remember games in the 'backs' at Newcastle ( my Gran'mas')when the game did not stop for the reason suggested in point 4 because in fact some kids would drop out to go home for tea and others would arrive to take their place .. only nightfall would stop play.
I remember a game on scorching hot summers day that started at about 10 and finished when the lad with the ball got called in by his mum at about 7. We did have an official half hour "tea-time", break though.
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No mention of next goal is the winner despite one team winning 27-8
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there was a post that said just that ... someone must have deleted it
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My older brother was always Alick Jeffrey, much to my dismay, so I had to settle for being Albert Broadbent.
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If its any consolation Yogi was always two moves in front of most of his Team mates .... or did I dream that ?
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You forgot your wearing your brand new shoes and the front soles are both flapping. Be Ready when you got home to get a telling off, or worse Dad might be home!
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Also what about when someone accidentally kicked the ball through someones house window, resulting in every one dispersing in different directions and 'laying low' for an hour or two?
On one of those occasions I went into hiding longer than everyone else because it was me that delivered the 'Martin Woods' through someones house window. I finally went home only to find that my brother 'Alick' had spragged on me! I remember my dad saying "Was it you"? And I said "yes dad, and I'm not being Albert Broadbent no more......He's rubbish".
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I once did it as well BB. Worse thing was homeowner was in the forces and away from home so my old man made me guard the house all day until the window fitter came.
Remember hours of playing World Cup and headers and volleys.
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I played a lot of football in my younger years at Belle Vue, not the Rovers ground but the 'backs' between Sandy Lane and St Margarets Rd. big problem was always the ball going over peoples walls into their back gardens.
Some were ok about this and even left their gates open so we didnt cause damage climbing over but there was one fierce old retired schoolmistress on St Moggies, and if the ball went there it was game finished. Indeed it was 20 goals against whoever kicked it over.
Sometimes we had no ball so a stone was used.
And with due deference to seasons, it became a cricket pitch, and hitting the ball into fhe wrong garden scored 6 for the opponents.
The other game was rugby using a folded up flat cap.
And of course we played 'war' , 'cowboys and indians' and variants of tag and british bulldogs.
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What about Wembley singles/doubles.
Just one goal and any number of outfield players.
Goal hanging was profitable but frowned upon.
If the keeper was your mate he'd be liable to let a soft one in for you.
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You mean a bit like "3 pots and in"? One goal, however many other players competing individually to score. First to score 3 is next in goal. If played on a pitch with markings, then you can only head into the goal within the 6 yard box.
And in the playground, we often played "wall-y". At our primary school there was a free standing wall, about the same size as a goal, at one end of the playground. The game was simple, taking turns to kick the ball against the wall. You only got one touch, and if you missed the wall you were out. If you managed to get a rebound with some spin on it, and the ball curved away from the wall and ran down the playground but eventually behind the wall, tough luck. Or you could hit it hard so that the ball rebounded too far away for the next kid to actually reach the wall with their kick. A simple game often played before the start of school, where it could take a few minutes, and new arrivals could join in just by tagging onto the end.
School football was often curtailed when the ball landed on the flat roof. Once in a while the caretaker would go up there and retrieve about 3 or 4 balls...
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Wall-y is commonly referred to as "Spot-on"
Every break at school I played it with a tennis ball (posh school I went to). Sometimes you'd play doubles.
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We used to play a game called gatey, using peoples front gate as a goal.
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School would periodically ban footy at breaks because some speccy kid playing nibs would get knocked over by marauding toggerists and bang his head on the concrete playground. Health and safety gone mad.
The speccy kid would usually get beat up for stopping everyone else's fun too.
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I used to be a speccy kid at school, never stopped me playing footy,even played for school team.
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Jumpers for goalposts
Wasn't there a rovers forum called jumpers for goalposts
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did anyone used to used to have a 'no blasting' rule? We did!
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did anyone used to used to have a 'no blasting' rule? We did!
Strange that one, we used it EVERY game AFTER somebody copped it full on in the mush.
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did anyone used to used to have a 'no blasting' rule? We did!
Strange that one, we used it EVERY game AFTER somebody copped it full on in the mush.
The only shot John Oster ever had wasn't it? :)
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did anyone used to used to have a 'no blasting' rule? We did!
Strange that one, we used it EVERY game AFTER somebody copped it full on in the mush.
The only shot John Oster ever had wasn't it? :)
Thank you very much for reminding me :lol:
I must admit the club, Dave Parker, Steve Utley were great after the incident, paid for my glasses nice bit of hospitality one of the games after, probably even they were so amazed JO had a shot (even in the warm up) they had to do something to mark the occasion :blink:
although Dave Parker was happily telling everybody my Missis did it for going to Rovers on Valentines night :lol:
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DR, a similar thing happened to my brother way back in the sixties at Belle Vue. He and I were stood at the town end, against the perimeter wall just to the left of the goal. The players were having their pre-match warm up and Trevor Ogden blasted the ball (wide) right into my brothers face.
Goalkeeper Fred Potter came over and asked if he was alright. Our kid, not wanting any fuss, said that he was. Potter said we could go and sit in the main stand if we wanted. "Go on Phil, lets go"! I said, having never been in the 'posh bit' before! But alas he refused the kind gesture..........Selfish bugger.
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He really was a first class t__t Filo, I only lived across from Arthurs shop on Ramskir View so it was an easy gettaway for me when he turned up.
I remember playing in the snow at the bottom of Ellesmere Grove Filo, & if we sneaked onto Catholic school proper pitch it could be owt up to 17 a side on a Sunday afternoon, happy days.
We erected some goalposts and a crossbar made from scaffolding on the side of the pit tib on Kirton Lane in Stainy, the goalkeeper could touch the crossbar at one side, but needed a step ladder to touch the crossbar at the other side, great for scoring goals in the top corner though!
Les, done that as well, bottom of ellsmere, behind Mayfield Avenue, Flat top field which is now Kirton Lane school field and the Catholic school field, the caretaker there was a bit of a t**t though
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DR, a similar thing happened to my brother way back in the sixties at Belle Vue. He and I were stood at the town end, against the perimeter wall just to the left of the goal. The players were having their pre-match warm up and Trevor Ogden blasted the ball (wide) right into my brothers face.
Goalkeeper Fred Potter came over and asked if he was alright. Our kid, not wanting any fuss, said that he was. Potter said we could go and sit in the main stand if we wanted. "Go on Phil, lets go"! I said, having never been in the 'posh bit' before! But alas he refused the kind gesture..........Selfish bugger.
I remember it happening to a lad at Exeter, must have been mid 90's. A ball it him flush in the face during the warm up. It sounded bad but he took it well and just stood there. Five minutes into the game he collapsed into an heap and was taken off by the first aid people. Can anyone else remember this incident? I would say it was about 1996, I remember Rovers lost 1-0.
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“Where’s my white satin gloves gone”? I heard my mam ask my dad when she was sorting out her clothes for a forthcoming wedding......Time to make me’sen scarce, I thought, before I got the blame for losing them. After all, I always got the blame for everything.
Soon we were playing footy in the street and because I was in goal, playing against my brother, the rule of no blasting went out of the window in his eyes. He came close to taking my head off frequently on such occasions. I suppose, like many a big brother, he could inflict painful revenge on a little brother without retribution, if he did it in a football match.
Next thing he was placing the ball down to take a penalty against me. He then walked backwards about 50 yards staring me in the eyes all the way. He then stopped, puffed a few great blasts of steam from his nose, and ran towards me like a demented bull. He then let fly with a toe-ender that was going right between my eyes. I didn’t have time to get out of the way of it so I put my hands up in desperation to prevent the ball from caving my face in..........Next thing- WHAT A SAVE! I heard from my team mates!
Miraculously, my hands felt nothing as they stopped the thunderbolt in its track.
I still swear to this day that any goalie worth his salt should always have a pair of satin gloves handy.
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DR, a similar thing happened to my brother way back in the sixties at Belle Vue. He and I were stood at the town end, against the perimeter wall just to the left of the goal. The players were having their pre-match warm up and Trevor Ogden blasted the ball (wide) right into my brothers face.
Goalkeeper Fred Potter came over and asked if he was alright. Our kid, not wanting any fuss, said that he was. Potter said we could go and sit in the main stand if we wanted. "Go on Phil, lets go"! I said, having never been in the 'posh bit' before! But alas he refused the kind gesture..........Selfish bugger.
I remember it happening to a lad at Exeter, must have been mid 90's. A ball it him flush in the face during the warm up. It sounded bad but he took it well and just stood there. Five minutes into the game he collapsed into an heap and was taken off by the first aid people. Can anyone else remember this incident? I would say it was about 1996, I remember Rovers lost 1-0.
My mate got hit by a brick thrown into ground at OBV on pop side, went down in installments