Dimond Geezer

That was my take on it also. However one of those wasn't necessarily the ball boys fault, it hit the advertising hording and rolled past the linesman, when he could have put his foot out to stop it. Thats not a bad thing though, I often thing the refs don't play on long enough to see id any real advantage develops. The ref was very poor though, but I guess are third tier now, with 3rd tier refs.

I’ve never got involved in mud slinging on here before, as I find it churlish, but 19C you are a complete nob. You obviously have no respect for a person that was responsible for entertaining thousands of people, a person that many on here hold in the highest regard, (despite what may, or may not have happened in recent months,) and a person that almost single handedly kept this once great club of ours in the premiership on several occasions. You call yourself a Saints fan? I for one am looking forward to reading his book, as it is about something I am interested in, after I have read it, I will be better placed to judge if it is lightweight, or an interesting read, unlike yourself who is obviously so bitter & twisted that you have pre-judged the words & opinions of one of the greatest servants this club has had.

Look what I found on Pancakes link http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=fight%20club Haven't been called that for a while.

Thanks for that, I must get more clued up & down wiv da kidz, innit blood

I'm opening myself up to riducle here, but what is Rule 1. I can't find it anywhere in forum rules. :confused:

My mate was/is pretty clued up about this sort of thing as well, did the research & went in with his eyes open. Didn't stop it ****ing him up though! It sound to me that you've made your mind up and are looking to others for confirmation that this is a 'good' thing. A bit like the teenager justifying his first cigarette by saying "It's just a menthol fag, it's not like the real thing"

Got a mate whose been into body building in a big way, started doing gear when he was about 25, by the time he was 35 he'd had 2 heart attacks & a mild stroke. The moral - keep well clear.

He would have been if he’d stuck around. He was sentenced in ’64 to 30 years therefore he would have been released in ’94 (probably earlier with parole, good behaviour etc). As it was he has served 15 months initially an a further 8 years since his return, roughly 10 year in the big house. He had his liberty during his sentence, most crims get their liberty at the end of their sentence

I'm surprised at that. I occasionally park here when I take a disabled friend, and have always bought tickets from the ticket office on a game-by-game basis. We last did it for the Ajax game.

If you can walk as far as the Chapel Arms, you can pre-book a parking space from the club for either the carpark behind the pub, or for Basepoint just past the Chapel, it was £6.50 last season.

I've used this one many times. Also try Wimbledon or Mordon haven't been there for a few years but I recall that the car parks were cheap and the tube is about a 5 minute walk at both. Enjoy you day out, I'm taking the kids to the O2 on Friday, staying over night and going into the smoke on Saturday (missing the game - bad planning:mad:). You can park at the O2 on a Saturday for £3 all day, well you could last year, I hope it hasn't changed.

Went last year. Your ticket is valid 'till the end of the season, so if there are attractions you can't visit you can go back later in the year to finish them off.

Newky Brown or Newquay Steam Bitter (£1.50 a bottle I think), for the same reason, you wouldn't have much more than half a pint left in a glass by the time you'd fought your way back to your perch. They used to brew their own beer, called Frog Or Frogger, I seem to remember it was pretty rough stuff, somewhere in my loft is the T-shirt they produced with the tag line ‘one pint of frog and you’ll never frigate’. I think one pint was enough for anyone. This got me & Mrs Geezer (also ex-frog) thinking last night and we’ve come up with this little lot: Leaving On A Jet Plane (f*** Knows when I'll be back again), American Pie, Homeward Bound, Sweet Home Alabama, Ziggy Stardust, Do-Wah-Diddy, Wish you were here, Bye Bye Love, Meet Me On The Corner, Cecilia, Caroline, Mrs Robinson, Olivers Army, Wild Thing,(you make my ring sting.....you make everything sticky...come on baby sit on my face, and wiggle), And loads of Beatles: I Wanna Hold your hand, Hey Jude followed by Show Me The Way To Go home (sung at lightning pace), Yellow Submarine (We all w**k in a tub of margarine, a tub of margarine), Back In The USSR, I Wanna Hold your Hand, I saw her Standing There, Can't buy Me Love, Ob-la-di Ob-la-da (and in the evenings he's a singer with Duran Duran). Loads of blured memories here.

Many happy memories of drunken Friday nights in the Frog. We had ‘our’ table and there was always a group of ‘old gits’ (40 year olds) stood under the stairs. I remember when it was bitterly cold outside & so hot & sweaty inside there would be a mist in the stairwell going down to the gents. Spilt blood & lost teeth in there – not because of any trouble, my dentures flew out whilst singing my little heart out one night & I cut an artery in my finger whilst flicking the nipple off a Grolsh bottle top, it pumped blood up the wall and across the bar. Memorable songs: The Boxer – Simon & Garfunkle, Billericay Dickey – Ian Dury?, Daydream Believer – Monkeys, Cover Me – Springsteen., She’s 16 (she’s Jail bait & She’s mine)– Ringo Starr, Starman - Bowie I often catch myself singing alternative lyrics to songs when the come on the radio, It can be embarrassing sometimes. When to Frog originally closed (1992 ish) Derek played at a number of other places, Jesters in Bevios Valley, The Hedgehog & Hogs Head (Stile) in Burgess Rd, but best of all was a pub called the Gaol House in Poopey – that was an interesting night out. We’ve been talking for some time about paying the old place a visit, the intention was to be one of the old gits under the stairs, I guess it wont be happening now.

On a similar theme, the Geezer clan can't make the game this week, but I have given our season tickets to a mate & his two kids, the only problem is that my mate has a daughter, I have 2 boys, with very boyish names. How vigilant are the stewards when it comes to checking names on season tickets and if they do rumble her will they let her in? These are three people that have never been to watch Saints before, so it's not as if they will be losing any money from this as they wouldn't be going otherwise, and you never know, they may like what they see & want to come again.

I bought a window of a similar size from B&Q, I had to order it specially as it's a bespoke size, although not frosted glass, it cost me about £80. I was quoted about £70 by an independent window fitter (found in yellow pages) to fit it. I did it myself yesterday, took me & my old man (neither of us are window fitters, or buildres etc) about an hour - dead easy.

Not unexpected, but still very sad to hear. RIP Sir Bob, last of the footballing gents.

How could I forget about him, :confused: I went to school with him.

I’ve been trawling the memory banks, (it’s a quite day at work.) Another London Street – Kevin Bond A Village – John Burridge A bird - Egil Ostenstadt A Fruit – David Peach A City – Peter Wells A Shoe manufacturer – Colin Clark A copse – Gerry Forrest And the Wright brothers - Jermaine, Mark, & Richard

I remember Mark Whitlock being called Albert by the players, presumably to distinguish him from the other Marks we had in the same defence (Dennis & Wright).

That's a real shocker, and quite disturbing and sad to see.

Fantastic news, me and the nippers will be going, both of them play and absolutly love it. Rugby players show a lot more respect for each other (after a game ) than footballers ever do, the top players always stop and speak to the kids, (I've had the pleasure of meeting Vickery, Robinson, Sakey & Delagio, all have been top blokes & have plenty of time for the kids), and you don't get chavvy parents with bulldog tattoos on their legs, & sovereign rings, screaming at their kids to 'kick the f***er' :smt102and bollocking the ref for getting something wrong.

Fag packets - you were lucky, in my day in was beer cans & piles of dog ****, lost count of how many times I cleared crap from my goal-mouth before a game (I used to flick it away with the corner flag) On the subject of blades, I seem to remember Sir Alex banning his players from wearing them after a few of them got nasty cuts in training.

I agree, I thought that 'back in the day' of propper numbers the number 4 was traditionally a defensive midfielder. I think Jimmy Case wore 4.

Last post of the day so I'm done.