I think the gallows humour is often missed. My favourite ever BFC moment was Winnall scoring the second in the play-off game against Walsall. But my second favourite was us closing the West Stand because it had got holes in it. Holes that we made.
Don't have many moaners and groaners sat by me in the Ponty - I'd be interested to see how many who bring the club down actually attend as well. I couldn't bring myself to support something I disliked so much - must cause some people some pain every week. It's a distraction for me - that hour and a half every Saturday helps me switch off
What about those of us who can't attend anymore, but still don't consistently criticise the club and employees?
futchers 30 yard chip over Lee Butler for the most spectacular own goal I’ve ever seen is in my top 5 Barnsley moments.
Unfortunately I wasn't there, but I've heard about it many times. Although wasn't it Clive Baker in goal?
I think it predates Butler. So probably Baker. It'd be the 88-89 season iirc. Although it might have been Candlestick maker.
It was definitely Baker. Not sure of the season but that sounds about right. Wasn't he Danny Murphy's uncle?
Aye because someone doesn’t agree with everything the club says/does they are not a propa fan/supporter.
I've seen same said for those that actual occasionally agree with decisions - I was told I wasn't a proper fan last year because I was enjoying us winning games in league one
Some don't agree with anything. Or attempt to pour scorn on most things, And try belittle those that agree with some things. Calling em happy clappers. Works both ways.
Some of us disagree with the club when we feel there's good reason. Including many you'd label happy clappers. We just don't moan and point the finger at the club at every turn, half the time based on pure speculation, or when it's clear as a bell that the club hasn't caused the problem.
I was there and it was Clive Baker. And, if I remember correctly, Paul Futcher got a red card after the final whistle for strangling an opponent as they were leaving the pitch.
Admittedly that does go both ways. There never seems to be a compromise of opinions either way, in the middle of this argument.
Sounds about right. Loved Futch. International class defender with a slightly mental streak. God only knows why he spent his best years with Barnsley and Grimsby. Should have played for England, and indeed nearly did. The second best Barnsley centre back I've seen after John Stones, but I genuinely don't think that Futcher would have been a million miles behind him if he'd been given the right guidance in the modern era.
I loved him too. Total lack of pace, but made up for it using mind reading. Most strikers would get the ball, back to goal, feint, turn one way, turn the other, then look on gobsmacked as Futch took possession by positioning himself exactly where the striker had thought of 5 seconds earlier.