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Whatever happened to the East Stand Kenny Everett?

September 8th, 2009 | 51 Comments |

Still singing on the wing?
Still singing on the wing?
As there’s absolutely naff-all of note in the news to hammer on about, I’ve spent the last half hour or so reminiscing about the good old days when I started going to games regularly and looking through old photos and reading back about that era.

Hopefully, you’ll forgive my indulgence. They were more innocent days when I was as concerned with learning the songs and gaining a decent reputation in amongst the big lads of The Corner as I was with what what was happening on the park. This was the bygone era of terracing and tight shorts, slimy stomach-churning burgers and rib-tickling bollards. When floodlights were things you could climb on and match tickets were for the Junior Magpies, competition winners and posh people.

We’d look forward to the games all week and we’d queue for ages to get in for certain games, but the wait and the £1.50 to get in seemed worth it at the time, laden down with replica shirts over a sweat top and adorned with black and white fishing hat and scarf. Smelling the hops and stale lager that we weren’t yet allowed to taste (legally). (more…)