Barnsley Sunday league memories

Not Eva mate. She watched all the (Saturday team) Wellington inn home games and no doubt some away as they used to run a coach to games.

Dunt surprise me re Geoff lol. And my story re him when he was playing against us, was against Monk Bretton.

I was always happy to get out of lundwood alive lol. Mi mate once admonished me for having the audacity to start arguing with one of their spectators. He scared us with his looks alone lol.
Once saw a ref. Scarper off without his fee.
As someone said, Happy days.

 

I'll say this about Don. (He missed ko cos he was late from church once so we started wiart him ) I dread to think how old he was when he was still running round more than I could, he was fit for owd Codger. I'm having flash backs laughing as I write, the way he ran. And shouting "Play on, play on"

I only ever got booked twice. In name only lol. Jimmy Longdon used my name Who got fined more times after being booked than i care to think about. To avoid suspension.

I suspect this could be one of the longest threads ever. Keep em coming lol.

 

Played DHSS at laithes lane early 70s,substitute had to have shirt off player coming off.It was only at full time our manager realised we had played with 12 all game.Won 6-0

 

I know how to reveal myself to you without actually telling you my name.
One simple question; Can you remember s h 1 t t i n g on my dinner? Haha

 

Another Corker.
Trelford Mills (football league referee, They had to ref some non discript league stuff. As part of the S&H ) was reffing a Jump game. One of the lads swore as he failed to keep the ball in. And he sent him off. A Mate (Jimmy Noble) asked him if he'd have sent off Brian Robson for the same incident. No reply.

 

Bit similar to my dad, he went up for a header..... next thing he woke up in hospital with three teeth stuck in his head. I think first thing he asked was "did I score?"

 

Dunt mess with my plums haha

 

JBP only person I know who can recite Peles full name...
I kept fruit under counter.
This particular day he got a couple of my plums and rubbed them round his balls, put them.back in the punnets.
I threw all away.
Now, JBP brought microwave meals for his lunch.
I carefully peeled back the lid, took out meat and dropped a log in, in its place.
Amazingly, He never messed with my plums again

 

Has anybody still got scars from Barry Butterworth of Jump/ Wombwell/ Lundhill Tavern days?
Them.poor goalies in a 1 on 1...only 1 winner

 

Him and Andy Gay used to laik for us fortunately. Andy once got Ras from wombwell bit throyt, after Ras was giving me some grief ont pitch And what he called him was summat us whities dare'nt lol. For those not aware, Both Black. Andy sadly passed away at a young age 50s, suffering with dementia.

 

Love reading this thread … them were the days

 

Loved halftime when if we were lucky we’d have some oranges although some of the lads preferred a quick cigarette

 

You missed the bit where I actually stuck it in the microwave assuming it was just an ‘odd shaped bit of beef’. But after around a minute, realised it was now a piping hot lump of turd surrounded by carrots and mash…
Have to say, old mate, they were the happiest days of my working life. Genuinely.

 

Gaube was a true gentleman as well Hooky

 

Best local footballer in late 80s/ mid 90s...
Pete Smith ( Toddy) of Wombwell.

Captained Hoyland Town Jags on Sundays

 

Well you wouldnt eat it cold would yer.

 

Played for Tommy Treddlehoyle for about 10 years loved it . Still mates with majority of the team from when we started at 10 years old.

Always remember playing Maltby and Dronfield and for some reason we hated each other ( or should I say parents did ) was like an old firm game when we played them .

I now manage a Sunday league side and love it just as much other than parents doing ya head in and complaining about little Tommy who played 2 minutes less than little Harry

 

My cousin played in goal for DHSS in the mid 70's. He was shocking! Let one through his legs once as the ball crawled towards him. As he bent down one of his mates said "mine Alan" and he let it go