With the sad times surrounding John Holmes the other week, a few of his old mates were talking of the Wembley final in 1978 as it was shown on the screen etc. on the eve of the final Syd Hynes told the lads 'don't be nervous just spend tonight like any other friday' so Phil Cookson got in after midnight blathered, he scored the winning try! bet they don't study that in sports science.

Then sneaking in the back door of various pubs after the match as they were'nt supposed to open until 7pm, but were packed to the rafters.

Sunday drinking hours were like something from the dark ages - weren't they 12-2 and then did they go to 12-3 or something, i used to work that shift, it was bedlam, how much ale can you sink in two hours.

The smell of wintergreen, steaming scrums, the fight to get on the train back to Harrogate for dinner. "Another bloody sunday" the old boy would utter , wrapping the "Peacocks" scarf he always wore around his neck.

Not forgetting 3 o'clock Saturday's for the slightly older folk round here. IIRC Leeds were the last top flight club to adopt Sunday as their regular home day for the 1980/81 seaon.



As pointed out already it's a combination of memories colliding but still needs cleaning up a little.

Brooke-Cowden and Medley were the subs in the YC 1st round game at home to Bradford and while it was Medley's introduction that sparked Leeds into life he only got the one try rather than a hat-trick. Other scorers in the 24-21 win were Carl Gibson, Gary Spencer and David Stephenson who also added the four goals.

My Sunday dinner kept warm and sweaty between two plates for when I got home.

Loving the direction of this thread.

getting in from the pub and settling down for "Scrumdown".

i know this is going off the subject,but i think that was the start of the steady decline of local pubs i.e all day opening.
sunday dinner in the pub was my favourite session great busy atmosphere for 2-3 hours.

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Regarding Craig Innes, i can recall that the Leeds club tried to sue the Manly club for signing him

Didn't Innes leave Leeds after the 1995 season and play for the Perth Western Reds in that same year due to the stagnated season patterns between the 2 hemispheres competitions, before eventually signing for Manly for the 1996 season?

My memory is that he went to Perth after our English season ended and did a guest spell there before signing on for the Manly club, i could be wrong?

Four pints of bitter and then home for your mums sunday lunch, on the table at 2pm prompt - last orders at 1.55 and glasses collected at 2.05 because Norman the landlord wanted his sunday lunch too, I was sat at the table eating my roast beef and yorkshires at 2.10 every sunday listening to my mother telling me it'd be cold and why couldn't I get home for 2pm - "last pint mother, LAST PINT !!!"

Then sleep all afternoon while she washed up.

Those were indeed, the days.

What a thread, I've been laughing all day about these times, if leeds win or lose, it is an institution, it was compulsory to be at headingley on sunday aft, or like a previous post... saturday aft, Leeds being the last team to move to sundays. Just love the nostalgia that surrounds the club.

When I was a teenage Leeds fan baby, my Mum and sister say they used to listen for the reslut to know what sort of mood I'd be in when I got home from the Sunday game. If we'd lost, I ate my tea in the kitchen on my own.

Boxing Day games that meant something.
A big crowd in in a festive mood to watch us beat Cas (usually) or so I recall.
Ah, those were the days.

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Crowd all wearing new Christmas jumpers, drinking from their new hip flasks and a Southstand that smelt of Cigar smoke.

I always used to get a new jacket for Christmas and used to wear that. I aslo had a hip flask that only got used on boxing day. There was also that pleasant feeling of heading home knowing you were going to spend the rest of the day eating and drinking.

Northstand surely?
Southstand all fags & cheap perfume, purchased on Christmas Eve by half-cut boyfriends or husbands.

To be fair that sounds like my old man nowadays

watch this space..... his son is coming thru the ranks for the all blacks...... he is a big strong lad......

The 80's for is remembered 4 as a young lad going 2 the game on my dads shoulders then once in told 2 sit at the front of the southstand on the wall and wait there till he came for me at full time...
Then we would go round and wait for the players to come out from the changing room for autographs and even sometimes going into the changing room...the good old days....

Still going strong in the insurance game in NZ!

Bl**dy H*ll his son looks older than him!!

Thanks for the memories guys... Anyone remember the likes of John Carrol ? Is my memory playing tricks......? I recall him being a skillful ball handler complementing the great Dave Heron .. What happened to these guys ?



P s Can't believe that's Mark BC's son

....got to be a wind up surely ?

No. We are that old.

Depressing innit ? I'm still managing to keep the ear hair at bay though for now.