getting thrown out of Wakefield ground when i was about 13 after been caught by a copper throwing a snowball at the ref

Coming out of wheldon lane after a cold friday night game.
Walking to the bus station and calling off at the chippy and getting a bag of chips with loads of scraps with mushy peas on top of it all.

I was about 12 years old....them were the days.
By heck did them chips taste good when you were freezing to death.

Ahhh the memories.

Did you get him ?

Watching rugby on a Saturday afternoon.

Bovril.

The Football Pink.

Blokes walking round the pitch collecting for charity holding the corners of a big sheet that you threw money into.

Fog.

Applauding good play by the opposition.

Toe-end goalkickers.

Unlimited tackles.

Proper scrums.

Fat forwards.

The list is endless.

i could have named loads but i was after the one abiding memory that sticks with you more than others,i didnt ask for a list of as many things as you can remember - consider yourself told !!

My apologies. Don't get me started.

Thats shocking just shocking

Getting autographs from players on the long walk from the changing rooms to the pitch at Odsal.

Seeing young lads being past overhead at Mount pleasent to get them to the front so they could see, and one going the other way who kept messing about, he dissapeared over the wall at the back.

My grandad trying to lift me over the turnstyles at BV.

Happy days.

Being packed into Threepenny like sardines on those massive wooden steps. Not being able to see wtf was going on went play went to the nearside corners of the pitch.

Indeed, sending the dad into the club at the front whilst sneaking off for a quick try at the Eddy end and waiting for players to come out of the new tunnel and sign autographs as they went down the old tunnel.

Good times!

having goal kicking contests at half time on various 2nd and 3rd division pitches and getting chased by portly stewards

taxi races at oldham on way to watersheddings

trips on Bramley buses to France for the test matches

loads and loads Daz, you were there for most of them.

we werent as portly ourselves then though mate,a lot easier bombing round mclaren field/hope street etc in them days !!

Still the same for you Hudds fans isn't it?

er yeah i guess so when were visiting wakefield saints bradford leeds or hull kr !!

Climbing over the back wall at the Eddington end at Knowsley Road five minutes into the match so we didn't have to pay..........

they still do that

Wigan were the dog's bollo[icks[/i.

Now they're just bollo[ick[/is. Just ask Castleford .................

Weird...read this topic, thought for a bit and and hard a really vivid flashabck to WHELDON ROAD (proper name) with the steam rising up as the two packs went down (for a more than 10-15 second scrum) on a frosty winter night, mid-week div 1 game against Swinton.
I know we have a few cold games now but it used to be like that for months! Hard to imagine now, likewise seem to remember mid week games being a lot more regular?

I remember the day Widnes came to train on the field at the back of my house.

Whilst I certainly agree with euroboy that as a widnesian I wouldnt know good a rugby player if one slapped me in the face with a three eyed fish, I remember all the local lads being treated to Martin offiah, Sorensen and Davies lobbing it around, followed by legging it indoors to get my autograph book before they left.

That would be worth a lot of money if I could find it. Probably been thrown out by my Mum.

He was one dirty mo fo.

That's another thing that's been consigned to yesteryear - proper salt of the earth thugs (hardmen). Les Boyd & Paul Cullen. Kurt Sorensen and Joe Grima. Real hard b'stards.

Love it, did it hit him and can you remember which ref it was simply so I can say I hated that b'stard.

On the pitch at full time for players tie-ups.

When I got Kevin Ward's I genuinely felt I had the crown Jules in my possession.

I remember us playing Widnes in a cup match and poor Jiffy Davies had 20 ankle biters trying to rip his socks down to get his tie-ups



Sadly kids are more likely to get chased off the pitch by a fluorescent jacket wearing jobsworth these days than get close to their idols.

I will have been about 11/12 when I ran onto the pitch and got Colin Maskill's headband after an evening game in the late 80's

When I say headband though, it was actually blue masking tape. It had lost its sticky, had dirt and hair in it, and was a bit crushed

But guess what, I had that headband on my head as I packed down in the scrum for a schoolboys match a few days later! It kept slipping down my face and I'm sure any spectators must have thought it was a piece of litter that had found its way onto my face whilst I was being tackled or something

I must have looked a right w*nker!

Not quite in accordance with the rules, but here are two:

Memory of a match incident: Big Frank Collier bursting through from halfway for a certain try for Liverpool City (forgotten the opposition). Except that 20 yards (no bl..dy metres in those days) from the line, the elastic in his shorts gave way. Tragedy.



and the stuff you were really wanting: Helping my dad selling tea before matches. The tea bar was an ancient single-deck bus and the choice of tea was limited. It all came out of one big urn complete with sugar and milk. Did sell a cup to Ike Southward once though.