Everything seems so much better in hindsight Liam, but you are right as far as making our own entertainment is concerned, we did it because there really was no alternative. Social interaction was what forged a community spirit. It was face to face communication in those days (and not so very long ago) because there was no other way, and that´s how proper friendships and general relationships were formed. You would be with a friend one day and arrange to meet them the next day and that was about it, no texting or facebook or twitter in the meantime but instead I believe that there was more commitment because if you said you were going to do something then you did it. Things were far less than perfect but there were certain social standards, such as basic respect for others which is something I don´t see these days. Sorry for rambling...have had a couple of vinos.Theres no community spirit anymore. Theres no space to kick a ball due to roads, paths and every damn bit of land in this city having houses built on them. Sometimes I wish I could grow up in the 1970's, see REAL men playing football rather than the pansies in the premier league we have today, where you made your own entertainment, spent real quality time with people you cared about and so I could see Highfield Raod in its hayday. Damn my youngness. I envy you older fans. You've seen so much
Remember playing at Allesley park and lake view park in games of 20 to 30 a side in the 70s. All ages from 5 to 18. Crazy scorelines. Recall playing in thunderstorm where everyones hair stood on end during lightning strike. Great memories.
Theres no community spirit anymore. Theres no space to kick a ball due to roads, paths and every damn bit of land in this city having houses built on them. Sometimes I wish I could grow up in the 1970's, see REAL men playing football rather than the pansies in the premier league we have today, where you made your own entertainment, spent real quality time with people you cared about and so I could see Highfield Raod in its hayday. Damn my youngness. I envy you older fans. You've seen so much
Indeed I did along with my elder brother John. I was born in 1957, and John in ´54 so we must have coincided. I must have been there until ´67/´68. Don´t remeber too much about it except that I was in "West" house and in the earlier days the football teacher was a certain Miss Perrins, an elderly lady who used to wear those early century football boots which came to the ankle and had leather studs accompanied by a long tweed skirt. She judged her pupil´s ability on how far they could kick the ball from a standing position (reminds me a bit of Bothroyd´s tactics)).So many memories prompted by this thread!
Lived just off the top of grayswood avenue, we were lucky enough to have a field just off the back of that road, that ran down to the brook behind Holyhead rd and then all the way up to four pounds avenue. We played football in that field until it went dark, could be any number of us from two to thirty, aged anything from toddlers to eighteen year olds. Great fun, great mates, great days! We'd all pretend we were the stars of the day, having watched star soccer beforehand, and go out and emulate those last minute game-winning goals !
We would wander back after dark, and play in the shadows of the streetlights until it was time for bed. Headers, volleys and kerby, whatever we made up.
Note for Andrew Roberts, you must be a similar age group to me, did you go to saint Christopher's on allesley old road? Circa 1963-1970?
Oh happy days, indeed.
PUSB
We played it where if you hit the kerb, you would go and throw from the middle of the road to get extra points. Wall-e was one of our games too as was cupsy. One goalkeeper and the rest of us to score one goal in the first round, two in the second etc. You scored your tally and you were through. Last man standing was outAn extra rule we had was if you hit a kerb and then caught the ball straight back, bonus point. Those were rare.
Yeah, it was throwing for us too.
Wow, it's like one of those 'like and share if you remember ration books instead of Burger King' click-baits.
Indeed I did along with my elder brother John. I was born in 1957, and John in ´54 so we must have coincided. I must have been there until ´67/´68. Don´t remeber too much about it except that I was in "West" house and in the earlier days the football teacher was a certain Miss Perrins, an elderly lady who used to wear those early century football boots which came to the ankle and had leather studs accompanied by a long tweed skirt. She judged her pupil´s ability on how far they could kick the ball from a standing position (reminds me a bit of Bothroyd´s tactics)).
We both went on to Bablake and were regulars in the Jules Verne from the mid seventies, in fact John started the football team there for which we both played and it was a pretty decent one too. Gary (wardrobe) Cordery in goal, Pete Morris and Bob Smith in midfield and managed by Norm Pilsbury ( aka the fat boy with the limp).
Were you still in the area at that time ?
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