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.

Thank God we won't have to put up with you for much longer then.

I remember when the Aussies used to win everything and you were full of sh[iit[/i. Sadly, not everything has changed.

Bruce Lee, Steve?
God remember doing that.
Paying 12p to get in...wish it was that now.
Timing my walk to the boulevard so i could meet my old man coming back from the pub and get some more money off him as he was always half cut...lol

Getting in for Free at Sheffield Eagles games
Not really being able to see what was going on at home games as the pitch was too far away!

Full Kangaroo tours. That fabulous moment when the green and gold shirts came out onto the pitch at Post Office Road, Wheldon Road, Belle Vue.
or
Missing school on a mid-week afternoon to watch a cup replay in the days before floodlights.

i remember once going to huyton and midway through the first half there was a big explosion outside of the ground, folk said whats that but game carried on, at half time annoucer came on over tannoy can the owner of such and such car reg please report to the main office as your car as just been blown up, classic memories.

also remember once at old station road ground at swinton, everybody having to get on pitch with players because of a bomb scare, and a old guy refusing to get out of his seat in stand because he had sat there for 50 years

aye i still remember fartown leading the aussies 2-0 for a while at the old leeds road grond in '92, we lost 66-2 but for a short while, we, a 2nd division club at the time were beating the aussies !! cant ever take moments like that away

When I was a kid .... Asking my parents "What should I be ?"

The stench must have been unbearable.
Didn't he at least go home for his tea?
That 10 bob he originally spent getting in the ground lasted a bloody long time.

Turquoisey/blue three wheeler disabled cars behind the sticks.

Play getting held up while they caught the stray dog on the pitch.

Collars tucked in, shorts and sleeves rolled up as far as they could go - always a good ploy to make scrum halves look 'hard'.


A. N. Other on the subs bench.

Cowboy cars.

walking as slow as you could over the main road towards central park so youd hold the traffic up that little bit longer.....haha

Watching rugby league, as opposed to "super" league.

scrum halves dominating every aspect of play for 80 minutes..

if we are talking about the memories of peoples youth and assume there are many people in their fortys on here, then how about GB beating australia in a test series.

clearly for those that have been to them is the grounds that are no longer around eg watersheddings, thrum hall, central park etc.

i only ever sneaked into sheddings once...and i only did it because my dad bet me i could'nt




he took my season ticket off me,emptied my pockets so i had no money to pay to get in and bet me £5 that i would'nt get in....at the time ORLFC had just sold our training pitch and houses where being built on it,so i found myself a ladder and got over the wall between the clubhouse and the grayhound track, i walked out from behind a tree,pretending to zip up my fly to make it llo like i'd just been for a pee




easiest £5 i ever made




other sheddings memories...

climbing up the floodlights to "get a better view" and laying ontop of the concrete dugouts to watch the game...

and i once throw a snowball at martin offiah

tattersfield, fartown, borough park and of course the blouevarde

Going into the Riverside after a Lancs Cup tie in the mid-eighties and finding it full of Wigan supporters who made Victor Meldrew look like one of the Chuckle brothers - and Wigan had won! Oh, and they complained about us making too much noise

Yes, it's nice that the football team lend you their ground in the summer. BV may be a dump but at least we own it.

Players playing in metal toe capped boots

Digging up the turf with your heel to make a kicking mound.

The changing of ends at half time

Players who looked about 50

The old types of shoulder pads

Banging on the cage as opposing players came out or left the field at Boulevard.

no Geordie/London/Welsh clubs full of Aussies.
Those were the days.