Been into town this morning and dropped on one of our lapsed Leythers , as soon as he saw me He buttonholed me and said "did you go last Night" "course I said ,and then He started "well he said I thought Batley were a lot faster than Leigh and where much sharper at the play the ball, and Littler's no good and Leigh need some fast men on the wing." I didn't see you "I said where were you" Oh I saw it in the pub and I'm not going again until they improve ,"No " I said and I'm not speaking to you again until you get yourself stuffed with the rough end of a ragman's trumpet" I ask you what on earth is the bloody use eh, the whole team were absolutely magnificent and you get idiots who haven't been near the ground since the 1990s and they want to talk to you about the game, well I for one am not bloody having it .

Out in force in the pubs last night, it seemed.

Get in there son

They all just need converting back to the way of Leigh RL. Think of yourselves as missionaries spreading the word and turning the other cheek. Butt cheek that is. When one gets numb whilest sitting sideways on a bar stool, turn to the other one. They'll be back.

Dont worry about things beyond your control, just create the right enviroment so that those that you can get to attend, want to return

It really is that simple

Agreed, no point getting wound up about it.

Think last night those who were sat in a dead pub paying £3.50 a pint will at some stage thought 'I wish i'd gone tonight'

And if we keep turning heads like we would have done last night, more people will want to come and watch.

That and your junior club Jonny will get them back. Getting younguns to get their parents to take them to a game is piece of genius. It'll be like tasting fillet steak and bearnaise sauce for the first time after only having eaten chicken dippers for them. With chips.

Charlie didn't know Ragmen played the Trumpet , when I was a boy in Wilkinson St , our Ragman just shouted Rag Bone , and gave out Donkey Stones .

Telling people where to shove it, or that they aren't true fans etc etc won't do anything to get people back through the turnstiles.

Just tell them 'you are missing something good' - nothing more nothing less.

they wont believe because Mick Higgins nearly ran over their cat.

That's so true!

Really? Did he not like cats or was he just a bad driver?

Ah but you see Charlie I was born and brought up in Lowton, Which I'm sure you will admit is very much posher than Wilkinson Street, and our Rag bone man had a trumpet which He would blow (Eddie Calvert style) and every so often would call out "Pots for rags and woollewins Gee rag bone," and I can assure you that this particular trumpet certainly had a rough end .

Lowton

when I was lad I thought the world ended at Pennington Park ,I now prefer the Dulcit tones of Acker Bilk to Eddie Calvert

, its funny how times change ,Peawaap do you remember the guy selling evening Papers outside the Regal every night ?I never what he used to Shout ?Does anyone know ?It always sounded in a Foreign Language

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