Prutton Away

Pope might be dead, I can't be bothered scrolling through entire thread, but this man didn't do badly out of never smiling.

Right then, I thought I would let this one run for a bit and hide on the 10th page to avoid the stick I'm likely to get. Yes, 16 years and a DE Rupert.....ITK do your worst.

This was a right odd one. I Went to see Wednesday play City at Maine Road in the 90s (mid week when Warhurst broke the scoring record). Went with a mate to buy tickets at the old ticket office....Only cash purchase through a small hatch in the wall etc. We bought a match ticket and a bus ticket total cost about £14 each. No idea how it happened but the women on the counter over changed both of us the same amount to the tune of more that we paid......Both me and me mate walked away scratching heads wondering what had happened, but assuming it was our mistake as both of us got the same amount back so she must know what she was doing.....Right to the point the woman summonses me mate back to say "sorry love I've over charged you here's the rest of your change.......". Proper odd, i think they did YTS then tho.

I also live in the Lincoln area and can get Radio Sheffield in 2 ways one is in the car on the Radio. Don't know why but it is much better reception in the car than on the 'wireless' in the house. If i were to tell you that i live very close to waddo that might give you an idea where best to sit for signal. The other option that won't get you arested for unusual activity near MOD property is to try the radio option on free view TV. Channel 734 has radio Sheffield on it and i am currently listening to the game via that method. ....Pope's dead whilst i was writing war and peace someone else mentioned 734.

Not posted on here for a while, cos if we are honest there hasn't been much to moan about since Mr C arrived in town. Any way this one was a good question...... So, Pigs away in the early Nineties. I'm in the South Stand when Hirtsy scored the equalizer (1-1, Badge Kissing, number pulling Goal), all the porcine types around me seemed fairly safe, and being 6' 3" i'm fairly happy going completely radio rental. To be fair the pork take my celebrations in fairly good humor, I then realize that half of the stand are celebrating too probably explains how they filled the place!!!!! Now the tasty bit.... following season, a mate of mine who has 2 tickets in the John Street (seated bit at the top where the boxes are now) phones and says he and his wife can't make the Derby, no one else wants the tickets "Do I?". With out thinking I accept and me and a mate (Wednesday) find our self in the middle of the Bacon, just on half way. Wednesday scored first (another 1-1 i think) up we both go and then both of us get a feeling of flying, forward about 5 rows. Some smart so and so pig has literally thrown my 16 stone bulk down the stand. I land on the back of some Grannies head, smash her in to the oinker in front, smashing her glasses into her face - claret everywhere, screaming septuagenarian announcing me as Wednesday and I am clearly about to die at the hands of an entire sty full of hammage.....proper baying for blood!!!!!!! Then it starts, the Ham that had shoved me goes down first, someone to my right takes one and then someone to the left goes flying. Me and my mate are stood like a couple of muppets watching as some terminator is literally wading in on our behalf. The porky types are realizing there is only going to be one winner here and it's the Terminator sized MASSIVE fan that is smacking anything Red and White he can get his hands on. Then it all stopped and in a really strange calm, everyone returns to their seats and carries on as though nothing has happened. Terminator leans forward inquires to my health, then shouts at the top of his voice "I'm Wednesday and no one shoves my boys".....Fella, no idea who you are but thank you, I believe you saved me a right kicking that day.

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After todays performance I think we'll go with Lavery

Awesome. He may not have worn the shirt for 20(13) years and ended up playing for a small team at the top of the M1, but he really is still one of our own!

After the match I took my self to the Pub with my mate to watch the England game (less said). My Mate introduces me to some of his friends who announce they are from Barnsley. Response - :danny-wilson: "Oh No reply the Dingles, we're not Barnsley fans, we're Leeds fans!!!!" Response - :danny-wilson: :Hirsty:

Prutton, obviously.

Pressman as goalkeeper coach? Palmer as Media liason? Harkes as US scout? Warhurst as Defender-turner-striker coach for Llera? Hirsty as social member? And then it would all go wrong and we wouldn't think of any of them as Living Gods. We had Agent Wilson back as an explayer turned coach, it was cr4p. Stick with Jones for me and leave me with my happy 1990's memories thankyou! :Hirsty:

Warhurst?????? No.

Was this the lad that played in the Second Leg of the League Cup Semi against Blackburn? I remember Tricky Trev picking some random who was celebrating like a mad man after the win. I was on the Kop and my mate turned to me and said "Who exactly is he and what has he done??" . Having played no part what-so-ever in the season to that point and especially after the 4-2 at their place, he had a point!

I amost confidentley suggested Nigel Jemson, but did my research and thankfully it turns out he came on as a sub in a 1-0 defeat to Norwich. :Hirsty:

Sorry, I'm not from Limerick mate, the lad we met at the match yesterday was. I think he did say he flew from Shannon.