MightyWhite wrote:I’ve see this reverence to the 3pm kick off elsewhere previously. Surely it’s just muscle memory in this intra-Covid world
it's about the saturday routines that make saturdays special. bloody junior football has started up again today so there's been a small change this morning, but dinner is random special sausages from the local butcher, eggs, beans, toast and mushrooms. then sit down and work out an accumulator for the afternoon, then go for a walk to the local M&S to get tea in, with a potter past pascal's house to hopefully catch the big man walking his dog (not today), then home. get the team news, maybe share some thoughts on here, rearrange the seats to get as many round the telly as possible, open the beer and crisps and off we go. to have a leeds match at the end of this at 3pm is just the cherry on the cake.
It's Saturday, sometime in the late 60s.
In those days factories worked on Saturday morning and our dad knocked off at half twelve. He got paid Friday so he still had a few bob to call his own.
Me mam would pack me off on the 74 bus with a few sarnies for me dad who met me off the bus just off City Square.
Sometimes the sandwiches were corned beef and he'd give em to me. "Don't tell yer mam."
Then we'd walk down Boar Lane, it were generally pissing down and we'd turn right just before the Corn Exchange into a courtyard with a pub called The Whip.
There was a small room where the landlord would let a few kids have a couple of packets of crisps that had little blue packets of salt in them and a big bottle of lemonade if we were quiet.
The place was blue with cigarette smoke.
People swore. People swore a lot.
About 2 o'clock we would all pile out and walk down to the bus stop for the special to Elland Road.
Lowfields was our spot. At the turnstile he would slip the bloke a tanner and lift me over the turnstile.
Up the hill behind the stand. The adults went up towards the back and us kids down the front almost on the pitch.
The place was heaving. 45 -50000 souls. The crowd swayed back and forward according to how the game was going. If we scored you would end up ten yards away from where you started.
After the match we met up outside the Old Peacock OBJ Oh be joyful.
Bus back to town and pick up the green paper in City Square.
Ink still wet.
How the hell did they get it out on the street so fast ?
Home on the 74 bus.
Fish and chips for tea.
Child abuse it were.
Mirrors and copulation are abominable, since they both multiply the numbers of men.