I just remember watching this blokes back throughout the whole match.

Quality! That's proper the sort of fan worship that you only really have as a nipper!
I can vividly remember thinking of RL players of any 'pro' club as being a good few steps above 'god-like' status...my old dear often reminds me of the time I stood litterally open mouthed when Lee Crooks walked passed us pushing his Mrs. trolley in ASDA!

Going to Swinton
Touring teams playing club sides

Brilliant sevens competitions in the summer. Salford winning them with a team that included Watkins, Hesketh, Charlton, Dixon, Fielding, Richards, etc.

Keighley ALWAYS getting stuffed by 40 plus against Wakefield home and away. Year in year out

The year we did it to them was magic.

On the coach coming off the M1 at Staple's Corner at about 1.00 a.m. of a Monday morning after a game at Workington or Whitehaven, looking at the blocks of flats with only one or two lights still on and thinking 'I've done something this weekend - have you lot?'.

When Hudds were called Baracuders and played before double figure crowds, they were the days. Mind they still do play before double figure crowds when the away support is a bit thin.

salford,castleford,and celtic too

oh the joys of living in luxury

yes i forgot about that, the fact that we still play in a ramshackled dump in front of a few hardy souls whilst wakefield have sinced moved on with their thousands of supporters attending games in droves in a state of the stadium

Keighley for SL!

Thats pretty much all I remember from early games I went too!

My memory for games is generally pretty poor even for recent games but the first game that stands out in my memory is when we played Paris the day Diana died - all games before that seem to just be a big blur!

The smell of wintergreen
Tieups!

Standing near the tunnel at the Boulevard, waiting for the ref's whistle outside the changing rooms to signal the players were on the way out, and then the clattering of boots on the concrete floor.

Watching the players make their way down to the pitch at Odsal stadium, it seemed like an eternity.

Millions of years ago (late 1980's) aged about eleven, stood pitchside at Thrum Hall as a scrap kicked of on the pitch involving half the pack, me screaming "smack 'im Dicko" just as the 2 coppers in attendance at the game walk past. My timing has never been great, but I was asked to calm down by one of them and I did. A little. Dicko smacked him though.

Some good memories here.

I must dig out my old scrumdown videos.

ahhh freezing monday mornings in front of the coal fire watching the previous nights programme that mum and dad taped, watching fev v oldham on a mudheap and listening to the tones of helm and watkins( bootiful pass downyur)

Ah yes - David Watkins and John Helm. Classic. My fave Scrumdown "episode" is the one of Halifax giving Cas a lesson in Rugby League at Wheldon Road (i know - it's a rarity!). Les Holliday and Bob Grogan ripping up the defence. Great stuff.

Spot on !! It's as if he were in the bloody room !.

Nagging my old dear to let me stay up and watch it only for her to say... you're still going to bloody school in the morning whether you're tired or not.

Marching bands
Climbing over the bog walls to snick in and being chased by one of Britain's worse serial Killers.
Rushing onto the field to get players tie ups.
Getting autographs
The cascade of p155 running the full length of 3d stand .
The smell of woodbine.

What i remember about the old days was it was always cold muddy but more than 4 teams won trophys.

It was only 3 in my old days.

there were more than 2 trophies to win though ..oh for those days again

i got one for you, the game Ronnie Gibbs was knocked out by Phil Edens hips, Remember him getting up though and scoring a try then wobbled off the pitch at half time, real hard man

I remember when I was young how P{oms used to say they were catching up.


I'll be 80 in August.