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Happy sunny days of beating the nobbers has got me all nostalgic.
After working in Preston for 10 years, giving old Deepdale my special daily salute I had to leave for pastures new, and by shear fluke my leaving do piss up coincided with Latics playing their golden football away to the nobbers.
The sun was out, the pre match beer was cold but I was obliged to stand with my workmates in the home end. I just about managed to behave. It didn’t start well as we got an early runaround and Basham put the home team 1 up. I was a bit worried.
I didn’t need to be as it all changed thanks to some nobbing blunders leading to Super Stu’s 1st trademark clenched fist of the day, in front of the “town end”, in front of me! Love that guy.
It got better. Another, shall we say “nob up”? By defender and keeper led to Super Stu rolling us into the lead 2-1. I positively glowed a diplomatic quiet glee as Latics strolled the rest of the game. At 3-1 my mates wanted to head out but we just caught the 4th and I casually said “I think that puts us top on goal difference”. Only one person heard this and she looked me in the eye, it was my ex girlfriend who I’d spit up from recently, before she suddenly started following the nobs. That look told me we’d not be getting reconciled, this day was getting better and better.
From there it all gets strangely hazy as I drank the beer to match our golden shirts, a lot of fun was had by me and no amount of larger was going to wipe the smile off my face as I periodically laughed until stupid am, 4-1!Oh what a night!
Last orders at the bar please for anymore “nob tales”
5-2 at Deepshit sending the pretentious pricks to re-election.
Lucky living in the past morons were lucky to keep their fourth division status after obviously getting voted back in.That 5-2 was utopia, and we really took the piss about sending them down. I’ll never forget them crying at the end. Not long after we were lifting the Freight Rover Trophy at Wembley, a brilliant team once they found their feet.
I didn’t go to the 3-0 win but I cello taped the match report to my managers desk as he was a nob end season ticket holder!
Me and HORC getting interviewed for SKY Sports, outside the ground by Chris Camara; then to find big queues at the turnstiles because the Preston Plod had marched the travelling Wigan fans on a 3 mile route from the railway station, to avoid the town centre. The Clock ticked past Three and we were still outside. Up goes a massive roar. Oh shit Knob End have scored (we presumed). We get inside and the Tics men are going wild; our new boy, Jason Roberts, has just back heeled into the net. WooHoo !
Did they think Horc was a local lad? ;)
Had some pretty good memories of trips there over the years. Thankfully I didn’t go this season. The 1-1 draw in the promotion season always sticks in the mind just because of how tense a game it was and I’ve never been a David Nugent fan since he gave us the V sign when they equalised.
Remember going in a mates shitty mustard Austin Allegro and when we came out of Deepshit the car had vanished. It was blocking someone in and they pushed it 100 yards down the road.
Me and HORC getting interviewed for SKY Sports, outside the ground by Chris Camara; then to find big queues at the turnstiles because the Preston Plod had marched the travelling Wigan fans on a 3 mile route from the railway station, to avoid the town centre. The Clock ticked past Three and we were still outside. Up goes a massive roar. Oh shit Knob End have scored (we presumed). We get inside and the Tics men are going wild; our new boy, Jason Roberts, has just back heeled into the net. WooHoo !Our Mark went to get the beers in just before halftime and missed The Dukes header aswell.
Did they think Horc was a local lad? ;)Had some pretty good memories of trips there over the years. Thankfully I didn’t go this season. The 1-1 draw in the promotion season always sticks in the mind just because of how tense a game it was and I’ve never been a David Nugent fan since he gave us the V sign when they equalised.
Cheeky fucker!!!
PS You might not like David Nugent, but would you have him up front next season?
Did they think Horc was a local lad? ;)
Had some pretty good memories of trips there over the years. Thankfully I didn’t go this season. The 1-1 draw in the promotion season always sticks in the mind just because of how tense a game it was and I’ve never been a David Nugent fan since he gave us the V sign when they equalised.
Cheeky fucker!!!
PS You might not like David Nugent, but would you have him up front next season?[/quote]
Past it now.
Can’t believe nobody told me I’ve spelt “tales” wrong!
Nob end killed my innocence
Back in 1980 I was a hardened football fan. I’d shed my first tears in defeat, seen monumental comebacks and collapses, cup wins and defeats. Qued until halftime to get in amongst 14k, at home. Good games crap games, big wins and defeats. Been away to places like Halifax and Crewe. I’d seen it all so I thought.
I knew nothing, I was innocent.
1980/81 we had the nobbers in the league cup, a piece of piss for mighty Latics, even after losing the 1st leg we’d easily beat them at home.
So up we rolled dad and me, late again for the 2nd leg and all the turnstiles closed, oops! My dad had and still does have a bit of front and no locked turnstiles were keeping us out, so through the front door we went, through a second door there we were in the players tunnel. Without hesitation we went down the tunnel and dad just casually asked the steward to let us onto the terrace.
No problemo! We were in. Trouble was, that happened just as the nobs took a 2-1 lead.
Latics battered them I think for the rest of the game, McMullen hit the inside of the post but it wouldn’t go in.
Then in the second half my life changed. We got a penalty, this was it, the breakthrough, so I thought.
Then the moment my innocence was lost, as we hit the woodwork and for the first time in my footballing life I felt HATRED! Hatred towards the nobs and their “silky shirts” “Pontins” on their shirts and suntanned players. This hatred lasted many many years as it only can for a football fan.
It wasn’t even their fault as we missed the penalty, it wasn’t even saved, but HATRED it was irrational or not. Hated burns, hatred lives and lasts it has no forgiveness, especially when your 11.My innocence was gone and the nobbers took it! I have been counselled and am sometimes normal, 8 years in the prem and an FA Cup win might have helped as thankfully I hate no more. Perhaps an away win in 83 might have helped, but thats another story!
Me and HORC getting interviewed for SKY Sports, outside the ground by Chris Camara; then to find big queues at the turnstiles because the Preston Plod had marched the travelling Wigan fans on a 3 mile route from the railway station, to avoid the town centre. The Clock ticked past Three and we were still outside. Up goes a massive roar. Oh shit Knob End have scored (we presumed). We get inside and the Tics men are going wild; our new boy, Jason Roberts, has just back heeled into the net. WooHoo !We were late arriving because we were stuck in the traffic caused by the dibble marching the latics men from the town up the A6 and along Blackpool Road.
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