My town, My Club

Double figures last year. Not bad from Solihull with 2 young kids.
Both kids now fans & have new shirts.
Our company now sponsor the internal gusset of the shorts (training kit only).
Did one corporate game too. I do what I can.
We don't all have 23 hours spare per day to dig a tunnel from our garden into the West Stand, Jay.

I'd pay good money to see your hair photo-shopped onto Whitey's forehead.

 

Nowt sadder than someone justifying themselves on t'interweb.

 

It's my town, my club cos it is.

After nearly 40 years of mostly insignificant drivel it makes the few highs very high...... if we won every match it would be boring ....well most of it is boring these days, but we live in hope. i go with my son(s) and the quality time spent with them is precious, the fact we are total carp doesn't really matter i suppose, though a bit of effort and talent wouldn't go a miss. The likes of Treacy / Jennings etc disgust me....they should be kneecapped for their attitude.....not that we would see a lot of difference on the pitch even if they were!

The club has proved over the years it couldn't run a proverbial pish up but at least we are consistant!

and finally, it will be thereev's club one day....I'll win the lottery, buy the club and you (the bbs posters) are all barred !

 

Thats just to bait leeds fans.

 

True.

It's all lies anyway.
I'm now a Walsall fan.
Season ticket & everything.
Come on you Saddle Rashes.

 

Agree. Absolutely Pathetic.

 

Nearly as pathetic as a grown man making football stickers.

You make me sick.
You're as bad as Tommy Tyke.

 

It's the likes of Jennings that are slowly hammering the final nail in the coffin for me.

 

You don't want to work for Neil - he's a tyrant, a nice tyrant, but a tyrant nonetheless.

Ask my wife, she comes home stressed and still on the phone to him. I've had to ban the phone once she's at home.

 

I support my staff 100%....... Even out of normal hours Mr.R

 

I'm jealous though, she prefers talking to you than me.

I tried to tell her about the 5 goals I scored at footy yesterday and she just wan't interested.

Have a word will you, especially about number 5, I clipped the ball over my right shoulder, spun off my marker and hit a left foot half volley into the net to win the game.

 

My dad was Barnsley for the whole of his life. He took me along there as a 6 year old in 1957, but to be honest, I was more interested in the half time crisps and Bovril. I guess he hoped that I would grow into it, and he never put me under any pressure to attend. It is fair to say that I was ambivalent about it all until the age of 14. Leeds United were at the top and the school was full of their fans. Barnsley had just dropped into the 4th division for the first time in their history. So it was a choice between the best team in Europe (according to them at least) and a Barnsley team at its lowest ebb. No contest ! For me, it was about loyalty to the place where I was born. It is a loyalty that is not transferable on the basis of success, or in our case mainly lack thereof. It is like marriage. You make your choice, and you stick with it, for better and for worse.

At the start, I attended games with a school friend. There was a junior supporter's club who used to organise away trips through the Traky. My first away trip was to Hartlepool United. A group of their fans entertained themselves by spitting on us for the whole game from the back of the stand. Barry Swallow (Barnsley) and Ambrose Foggarty (Hartlepool) were sent off for an off the ball scrap. At full time, Barnsley and Hartlepool fans fought in the car park beside the ground. Welcome to football in the 1960s. The Reds won 2-1 (George Kerr and Harry Duerden) and I was hooked. Sadly, a few years later, John McSeveney cured me of going to away games, but even he failed to cure me totally of my addiction to Oakwell.