Violence on the Field

[I'm Red Till Dead]

It was Jimmy Greenhoff. Brian came through a bit later at Man Utd, where Jimmy also played later in his career.

Of course it was.

I should have checked further I thought but in my head their times at Leeds were the other way around. It didn't help that they both played for Leeds and Man U in their time. I mostly associate Jimmy with Man U.

 

[Notcher]

Hume is a pretty decent fella too. I bumped into outside Commonwealth stadium once. I think he was playing for Tranmere when that happened.

You'll probably enjoy this then. It has to be said he's got the strangest concoction of an accent though.

 

[Strummer]

I've said it before getting a dig in the solar plexus when you aren't expecting puts you on your arse 9 times out of 10. Just because it wasn't a big wild swing means nothing.

As a defender, who hasn’t jabbed a crafty elbow into an opponents‘ bread-basket at a corner, eh?

Especially when the Referee wasn’t looking?

What? Just me?

 

[Notcher]

As a defender, who hasn’t jabbed a crafty elbow into an opponents‘ bread-basket at a corner, eh?

Especially when the Referee wasn’t looking?

What? Just me?

As a striker I had studs raked down the back of the Achilles, punches to the kidneys elbows to the throat, and nose and from a player that I won't name a finger up the arse several times at corners.

The reverse was me stepping back onto defender toes (always good in freezing weather), a good hand into the face ans elbow to the stomach when backing in.

The worst job as a striker did have it's upside, our job was always to get out and close the full back down from the keeper(it was ballbusting and could leave you knackered for running channels) but it did mean you got to go and give the full back a good reducer if you got there quick enough, followed by as you "helped" pick him back up a nice little pinch under the arms or tug on the armpit hairs.

Good times, I used to love it all minus the sexual assault up the arse obviously.

 

[TrentEndDr]

EM and flat screen TVs

 

[Strummer]

As a striker I had studs raked down the back of the Achilles, punches to the kidneys elbows to the throat, and nose and from a player that I won't name a finger up the arse several times at corners.

We were talking only the other day about the infamous „Butcher of Bilbao“, Andoni Goikoetxea, who was also allegedly fond of the old „finger up the bum at corners“ routine.

 

[Notcher]

We were talking only the other day about the infamous „Butcher of Bilbao“, Andoni Goikoetxea, who was also allegedly fond of the old „finger up the bum at corners“ routine.

Again without naming the guy all I'll say is he was well over 6'5 and was well known below PL level. He was coming back from injury hence the reason it wasn't a first team game. He absolutely did me, after the second time I was no longer looking for the ball coming in I was just trying to avoid being probed up the sphincter and of course it was an era where you couldn't say "ref, ref he's sticking his finger up my bum". Job done on his part.

 

[Captain Sinister]

As a goalie, it was the striker backing in and surreptitiously grabbing one’s wedding tackle that hurt the most.

 

[Rockabilly]

As a goalie, it was the striker backing in and surreptitiously grabbing one’s wedding tackle that hurt the most.

Not 'arf Cap'n!

 

[Strummer]

As a goalie, it was the striker backing in and surreptitiously grabbing one’s wedding tackle that hurt the most.

It gives a whole new meaning to the phrase „He‘s nutmegged the ‘Keeper!“

 

[RheinMainRed]

A bit of a classic from Kenneth ....

 

[valspoodle]

A bit of a classic from Kenneth ....

I think that was the year we won the League Championship, third game or so. My next door neighbour was a mad-keen Arsenal fan so I went with him. We had won our previous games and I was feeling good. After the game he said not to get too carried away!

Not unreasonably later that season I kept reminding him of that remark.

 

[Strummer]

A bit of a classic from Kenneth ....

Kenneth, when I spent an evening in his company last year, gave me no end of grief, because - in his words - he had more hair than I did.

„Eh pal, ah‘ve got more hair than you!“

(He isn‘t wrong, though).

But I absolutely loved the bloke. He was genuinely hilarious company, had a boatload of Forest stories, and was in great humour, and was happy to chat about NFFC, his career, and Mr. Clough.

His anecdotes about the second European Cup run, and chasing Kevin Keegan round the Santiago Bernabéu, had me in tears of laughter.

 

[Rockabilly]

Kenneth, when I spent an evening in his company last year, gave me no end of grief, because - in his words - he had more hair than I did.

„Eh pal, ah‘ve got more hair than you!“

(He isn‘t wrong, though).

But I absolutely loved the bloke. He was genuinely hilarious company, had a boatload of Forest stories, and was in great humour, and was happy to chat about NFFC, his career, and Mr. Clough.

His anecdotes about the second European Cup run, and chasing Kevin Keegan round the Santiago Bernabéu, had me in tears of laughter.

Kenneth and Larry were two of my favourites.