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Of Springfield Park.
The piss stones with a mixture of baccy that ran an ockery yellow adjacent to the Phoenix Stand. The vile stench of the only shit house on the ground, dungeon like and forever in darkness with no bog roll under the Pheonix stand. The smell of hot dogs , burgers and pies. That fantastic smell of aromatic pipe baccy that whifted across the pop side. That stale ale smell near the supporters club. The smell of countless brands of cigs being smoked. The smell of wintergreen. On occasions when the pop side was allmost full the fart odurs that used to slowly work their way up the terrace. Jumping Jimmys lads pits. Faberge Brut in the late seventies.
On many occasions the sweet smell of success which 37 years ago yestersday resulted in Latics being elected to the league.
Of Springfield Park.The piss stones with a mixture of baccy that ran an ockery yellow adjacent to the Phoenix Stand. The vile stench of the only shit house on the ground, dungeon like and forever in darkness with no bog roll under the Pheonix stand. The smell of hot dogs , burgers and pies. That fantastic smell of aromatic pipe baccy that whifted across the pop side. That stale ale smell near the supporters club. The smell of countless brands of cigs being smoked. The smell of wintergreen. On occasions when the pop side was allmost full the fart odurs that used to slowly work their way up the terrace. Jumping Jimmys lads pits. Faberge Brut in the late seventies.
On many occasions the sweet smell of success which 37 years ago yestersday resulted in Latics being elected to the league.
Are you part bloodhound?
Of Springfield Park.The piss stones with a mixture of baccy that ran an ockery yellow adjacent to the Phoenix Stand. The vile stench of the only shit house on the ground, dungeon like and forever in darkness with no bog roll under the Pheonix stand. The smell of hot dogs , burgers and pies. That fantastic smell of aromatic pipe baccy that whifted across the pop side. That stale ale smell near the supporters club. The smell of countless brands of cigs being smoked. The smell of wintergreen. On occasions when the pop side was allmost full the fart odurs that used to slowly work their way up the terrace. Jumping Jimmys lads pits. Faberge Brut in the late seventies.
On many occasions the sweet smell of success which 37 years ago yestersday resulted in Latics being elected to the league.
You didn’t mention the smell of wacky-baccy as well.
Of Springfield Park.
The piss stones with a mixture of baccy that ran an ockery yellow adjacent to the Phoenix Stand. The vile stench of the only shit house on the ground, dungeon like and forever in darkness with no bog roll under the Pheonix stand. The smell of hot dogs , burgers and pies. That fantastic smell of aromatic pipe baccy that whifted across the pop side. That stale ale smell near the supporters club. The smell of countless brands of cigs being smoked. The smell of wintergreen. On occasions when the pop side was allmost full the fart odurs that used to slowly work their way up the terrace. Jumping Jimmys lads pits. Faberge Brut in the late seventies.
On many occasions the sweet smell of success which 37 years ago yestersday resulted in Latics being elected to the league.
Are you part bloodhound?[/quote]
Think Allan Clarke with a nose like Danielle Westbrook and you’ll not be far off.
Of Springfield Park.The piss stones with a mixture of baccy that ran an ockery yellow adjacent to the Phoenix Stand. The vile stench of the only shit house on the ground, dungeon like and forever in darkness with no bog roll under the Pheonix stand. The smell of hot dogs , burgers and pies. That fantastic smell of aromatic pipe baccy that whifted across the pop side. That stale ale smell near the supporters club. The smell of countless brands of cigs being smoked. The smell of wintergreen. On occasions when the pop side was allmost full the fart odurs that used to slowly work their way up the terrace. Jumping Jimmys lads pits. Faberge Brut in the late seventies.
On many occasions the sweet smell of success which 37 years ago yestersday resulted in Latics being elected to the league.
Donny – ask HORC about the Pieman ! ( he has an update for you )
He liked the smell of something, and it wasn’t pies or rough shag !You all forgot about the best smell at dear owd Springy. The smell of fear as the opposition became the latest lambs to the slaughter as our hero’s went through the divisions.
Of Springfield Park.The piss stones with a mixture of baccy that ran an ockery yellow adjacent to the Phoenix Stand. The vile stench of the only shit house on the ground, dungeon like and forever in darkness with no bog roll under the Pheonix stand. The smell of hot dogs , burgers and pies. That fantastic smell of aromatic pipe baccy that whifted across the pop side. That stale ale smell near the supporters club. The smell of countless brands of cigs being smoked. The smell of wintergreen. On occasions when the pop side was allmost full the fart odurs that used to slowly work their way up the terrace. Jumping Jimmys lads pits. Faberge Brut in the late seventies.
On many occasions the sweet smell of success which 37 years ago yestersday resulted in Latics being elected to the league.
The ‘Donny tries to prove he isn’t a JCL’ thread
;) Twas a lovely stinking shithole that place
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