Sunday league tales (1 Viewer)

[Sky_Blue_Daz]

Used to play for my dads pub team donkeys years ago I had a bit of skill and was 16 so was deployed as a striker . Anyway my first game I started as a sub we were playing at coundon park as I came one of my boots got stuck in the mud and I was stuck in my socks . And there was another time when I was playing against this bruiser of a centre half obviously I was only a kid I turned him twice outside the box very early on next time I got the ball he lifted me about 6 foot off the ground, never went near him again .

Admittedly pretty tame in comparison to what I’ve seen watching my brothers teams but still let’s hear some stories

 

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[Covkid1968#]

Recall a ball bag getting ripped open after a high studs up challenge...... that was messy not mine I hasten to add.... the ball bag or the owner of the studs...

 

[jimmyhillsfanclub]

I played for my brothers pub back in the 1990s when I could still do a bit on the pitch.....but it was often too violent for my liking.....too many fat c**t centre backs who were seriously trying to break ankles etc.

I was briefly involved in a 40+ veterans team up here....but binned that off when some lad got shot on the adjacent pitch during the warm up.

 

[Sky_Blue_Daz]

I played for my brothers pub back in the 1990s when I could still do a bit on the pitch.....but it was often too violent for my liking.....too many fat c**t centre backs who were seriously trying to break ankles etc.

I was briefly involved in a 40+ veterans team up here....but binned that off when some lad got shot on the adjacent pitch during the warm up.

Friggin hell

 

[Nick]

Used to hate playing against the older blokes who obviously had a bit in their day but learnt the dark arts from them.

Having your balls pulled when you go up for a header, armpit hair pulled and pinched constantly. Studs on the Achilles when nobody was looking.

People started taking Sunday league far too seriously, there are teams now who pay their players and have twitter accounts commentating on the game FFS. We were a bunch of mates who were out all night on the Saturday and turning up half cut.

Most of the best stories I wouldn't post publically but did get sent off for calling a lino a nonce because he flagged me in my own half. Cheating c**t.

 

[olderskyblue]

I went to watch my mates team play in the Birmingham senior cup. He was a very aggressive midfielder.

the brum team had a huge centre forward, who was roughing up all the defenders big time, nasty git. The manager shouted for my mate to switch to centre half. First chance he got he cleared the centre forward out completely, and told him to expect more. 2nd chance he took him out again. Right through him. Trainer on for a while sorting him out.

after about another 10 minutes, manager shouted for my mate to go back in midfield, job done.

The centre forward was quiet the rest of the match. My mates team won.

nick would like my mate. :emoji_laughing:

 

[Nick]

:emoji_smiley::emoji_sweat_smile:I went to watch my mates team play in the Birmingham senior cup. He was a very aggressive midfielder.

the brum team had a huge centre forward, who was roughing up all the defenders big time, nasty git. The manager shouted for my mate to switch to centre half. First chance he got he cleared the centre forward out completely, and told him to expect more. 2nd chance he took him out again. Right through him. Trainer on for a while sorting him out.

after about another 10 minutes, manager shouted for my mate to go back in midfield, job done.

The centre forward was quiet the rest of the match. My mates team won.

nick would like my mate.

Sounds like a good lad and my type of tactic.

I know people take the piss but it works. Mind games.

If I played up front I would always put in a strikers tackle on the centre half (a lot of the time just through being clumsy) but it meant they wouldn't try and bully you for the rest of the game.

 

[olderskyblue]

Sounds like a good lad and my type of tactic.

I know people take the piss but it works. Mind games.

Yeah, he was a good lad, but a nasty player really. Tackle someone then stamp on their hands as they were getting up.

it was all about inciting fear. He was a good player as well.

 

[Nick]

Yeah, he was a good lad, but a nasty player really. Tackle someone then stamp on their hands as they were getting up.

it was all about inciting fear. He was a good player as well.

Sign him up

Sounds like a nightmare to play against!

 

[Sky_Blue_Dreamer]

At around U13/14 possibly against Whitley Abbey we had a corner and I was designated to stay back (only a short arse). Corner was cleared and was being chased down so passed the ball back to the keeper from inside their half and was keeping an eye on the striker to cut him off from closing down further when their team start cheering and laughing.

I turn round to see our keeper flat on his arse and the ball in the net. Apparently he'd rushed out to welly it upfield, stumbled, kicked fresh air, fallen over and the ball had gone in the net. At that point I learnt always pass the ball back away from the goal.

 

[Liquid Gold]

I was once so hanging in goal I let one in from kickoff.

 

[Travs]

I played for a reasonable team, but we had our fair share of wreck heads.... One lad was living in a tent by the canal when we signed him up. Loved a session. To perk himself up before one game he took half a pill. Didn't even see the first goal fly into his top corner (he was keeper).

I was never that bad but I used to go to raves then straight to football afterwards, straight off the train from Milton Keynes, London, etc. It was an absolute ordeal. Scored an own goal once, the slowest cross ever came over and I was just too fucked to get out of the way...

I remember a midweek match down at Nicholas Chamberlain, I was spectating and our very own Nick came onto the pitch for one of the teams. Sent off within about two minutes for a foul-mouthed rant at the linesman (sorry to say but you were miles offside!!!)

 

[no_loyalty]

Our left winger was running down the line and had skinned the RB, then one of the opposition subs took him out, all hell broke loose and their sub got sent off.

 

[B-Ban-Boogie]

Remember playing for the Dunlop at the Canley Social Club and one of the lads who played for us was a cracking player but a bit of a hooligan..
15 minutes in, he passes the ball and keeps on running... off the pitch, through the car park and gone!!
Everyone's like "WTF is happening here?"
We notice a cop car had turned up in the car park and we found out that the night before the lad had broken into the club and stole money out of the bandit and when the club noticed him playing (I think he was a regular in there too the idiot) they called the cops!! :emoji_laughing::emoji_laughing:

 

[SBAndy]

One from kids football (well, u16 so crossover period) I’d been getting a bit tubby from having a few beers each weekend. Played against Bedworth and their right winger was a mate I went to school with (I played left back). He was always quick, and obviously seeing I was carrying a few pounds he was tearing me apart down the wing every time. Then finally, he knocked the ball past me and said “see ya”. That was it, waist high tackle which sent him about 6 foot off the pitch. Manager subbed me off after that.

Adult football was a bit different. I’d packed in at 16 but having been at uni got the urge to get back into it and at 19 joined a local team. Always fancied myself as a striker and seeing as I was in the reserves, just put myself forward for it. Fucking hell was I bad, still had no pace at all. This went on for a season, and then finally admitted to the manager in following pre-season that I was a left back. His response? “Ah right, I thought you were a bit shit.” Anyway, switched to left back and with the level we were playing at being pretty crap, I stood out a mile. He was rather annoyed I hadn’t told him sooner and we ended up getting promoted.

 

[Sick Boy]

At around U13/14 possibly against Whitley Abbey we had a corner and I was designated to stay back (only a short arse). Corner was cleared and was being chased down so passed the ball back to the keeper from inside their half and was keeping an eye on the striker to cut him off from closing down further when their team start cheering and laughing.

I turn round to see our keeper flat on his arse and the ball in the net. Apparently he'd rushed out to welly it upfield, stumbled, kicked fresh air, fallen over and the ball had gone in the net. At that point I learnt always pass the ball back away from the goal.

Wow, you played with Lee Burge?

 

[Travs]

We had a 30-40 man brawl.... Before kickoff.... With a team we weren't even playing...

4 teams, 2 (identical) pitches... Yet an argument broke out over who was using which pitch... All sounds pretty amusing, but unfortunately one of their lads ended up with a broken arm in the melee...

 

[Adge]

You want to try being a referee on a Sunday morning! Had to dip in and out if it over the years but wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole anymore.
A shame really because the majority are just a bunch of mates who want a game of football but in amongst them is always one arse who wants to break peoples legs.

 

[Nick]

You want to try being a referee on a Sunday morning! Had to dip in and out if it over the years but wouldn’t touch it with a barge pole anymore.
A shame really because the majority are just a bunch of mates who want a game of football but in amongst them is always one arse who wants to break peoples legs.

Let them know you are there.

 

[Brighton Sky Blue]

Let them know you are there.

 

[skybluesam66]

playing centre half up at longford park, and there was a real nob of a striker, who tried to do a job on me at every opportunity
Next time the he was near me, just as the ref turned away, i grabbed his arm, put it near my face, and went down in a heap

he got a straight red- threatening to do me after the game
For the rest of the game, i stayed on the far side - and told the ref to give me warning when he was about to blow

we won 5-1 and I was out of the car park about 5 seconds after the final whistle

 

[Terry Gibson's perm]

I think I may have told this one on here but here we go play on a Sunday on a really windy day and the opposition pass it back to the keeper on was on the edge of his box, he absolutely belts the ball as he is kicking into the wind unfortunately for him it mainly went up so caught the wind and blew straight over his head into the net.

 

[Sick Boy]

I was our captain and played the Roy Keane role, my proudest moment was starting a full on brawl that ended up with the police being called.

I organised and took part in a charity 6 a side tournament a couple of years ago in Brighton and managed to get sent off still.

 

[Travs]

playing centre half up at longford park, and there was a real nob of a striker, who tried to do a job on me at every opportunity
Next time the he was near me, just as the ref turned away, i grabbed his arm, put it near my face, and went down in a heap

he got a straight red- threatening to do me after the game
For the rest of the game, i stayed on the far side - and told the ref to give me warning when he was about to blow

we won 5-1 and I was out of the car park about 5 seconds after the final whistle

I had similar playing against Jaguar... Came on as sub and quite innocently got legs tangled up with one of their strikers... He ran off, not before stamping on my foot, I "had words".... A bit of handbags and thought he was going to throw a punch. I was heavily involved in Muay Thai at the time so I instinctively threw my guard up, and brushed him with my finger... He went mental at the ref and wouldn't let it go, claiming I'd hit him... End result I was booked and he was sent off.

He left the pitch and came back a couple of minutes later brandishing a golf club. I was having none of it and still went for him, and we were pulled away, at which point their manager came over and told me "me and you are going to have words in a minute, and I do cage-fighting"....

I said something along the lines of what about now you twat... He was an overweight mess who may well have "done" cage-fighting but he obviously wasn't serious judging by the look of him... 30 seconds later he was trying to shake hands with me...

I'd only came back to do that match to help out an old team.... Decided it wasn't worth it after that...

 

[larry_david]

I think I may have told this one on here but here we go play on a Sunday on a really windy day and the opposition pass it back to the keeper on was on the edge of his box, he absolutely belts the ball as he is kicking into the wind unfortunately for him it mainly went up so caught the wind and blew straight over his head into the net.

I scored an own goal like this. Booted a cross clear(ish) which was straight into the wind and it flew behind me and 25 foot into net, bouncing over the keepers head. I totally blamed the keeper for making me look a twat.

I also scored from the half way line and in diving the keeper knocked himself out on the post.

I also remember putting the ball into touch which was of course another pitch which knocked an old granny flying. Funny how those sort of memories stick with you.

There was the usual cup games in brum that ended in parents squaring up in car parks etc.

 

[Terry Gibson's perm]

I scored an own goal like this. Booted a cross clear(ish) which was straight into the wind and it flew behind me and 25 foot into net, bouncing over the keepers head. I totally blamed the keeper for making me look a twat.

I also scored from the half way line and in diving the keeper knocked himself out on the post.

I also remember putting the ball into touch which was of course another pitch which knocked an old granny flying. Funny how those sort of memories stick with you.

There was the usual cup games in brum that ended in parents squaring up in car parks etc.

I have just read my comment again and I wasn’t that clear as the defender passed it back to the keeper and the keeper then kicked it into the wind sending it into the net.

agree about Birmingham always rougher over there and the players seemed a lot bigger and far more physical

 

[SkyBlueCharlie9]

Back in late 60s/early 70s after a very wet winter my dads team in Tile Hill turned up at Ponds Rosa to play and a lampost was sticking up out of the ground (think the field used to be a tip) Players just dug it out and then started the match!

 

[Travs]

I turned up to a match in Nuneaton about 15 years ago and there was a burnt out car on the pitch, and sharp metal sticking up everywhere...

The ref (who obviously wanted his subs) was keen to play the match and tried to get us all lifting it up and off the pitch.

To be honest I was also keen, but most people were having none of it.

I do remember playing in some absolutely awful weather, but still giving the ref an absolute slating when they (rightly) abandoned games...!

 

[Nick]

I turned up to a match in Nuneaton about 15 years ago and there was a burnt out car on the pitch, and sharp metal sticking up everywhere...

The ref (who obviously wanted his subs) was keen to play the match and tried to get us all lifting it up and off the pitch.

To be honest I was also keen, but most people were having none of it.

I do remember playing in some absolutely awful weather, but still giving the ref an absolute slating when they (rightly) abandoned games...!

Was that Paulsland or Dog Shit Alley?

 

[Travs]

Was that Paulsland or Dog Shit Alley?

I think it was Vale View.. Which I think is back end of Camp Hill.

The friendly bloke who's house I parked outside, kindly informed me that he was going to smash my car up with his baseball bat if I didn't move it...

 

[Sick Boy]

I played against Braunstone, the estate near Fosse Park in Leicester and they kindly left a huge pile of dog shit in our goalmouth, we saw them putting it there as we arrived.

I scored from the half way line in that match, it was a major fluke though, obviously.

 

[Blind-Faith]

My Mrs uncle is asking me to come out of retirement , because they must be desperate for a GK! So I’ve priced up a full yellow kit and boots on amazon , £110 and I’ll be between the sticks whenever Sunday league starts again