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Post by Deleted on May 15, 2015 23:22:48 GMT
The match against Tranmere in the leyland daf final we witnessed in my mind the worst refereeing performance ever, I still cannot get over the Carl Saunders **** up. Vic Callow, Premiership referee allows Eric Nixon to Kung-Fu kick Saunders, then allows Tranny attacker to push Twentystone over before heading their winner. 25 years ago, do I carry a grudge? You bet. And he's a Brummy, so even if you saw him and asked him to apologise it's unlikely that you would understand his reply.
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Post by Swedish Gas on May 16, 2015 4:27:54 GMT
The match against Tranmere in the leyland daf final we witnessed in my mind the worst refereeing performance ever, I still cannot get over the Carl Saunders **** up. Vic Callow, Premiership referee allows Eric Nixon to Kung-Fu kick Saunders, then allows Tranny attacker to push Twentystone over before heading their winner. 25 years ago, do I carry a grudge? You bet. And he's a Brummy, so even if you saw him and asked him to apologise it's unlikely that you would understand his reply. Jim Steel, as I recall. Bah!
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2015 10:02:38 GMT
Vic Callow, Premiership referee allows Eric Nixon to Kung-Fu kick Saunders, then allows Tranny attacker to push Twentystone over before heading their winner. 25 years ago, do I carry a grudge? You bet. And he's a Brummy, so even if you saw him and asked him to apologise it's unlikely that you would understand his reply. Jim Steel, as I recall. Bah! no nixon, he was good mind [ shouldve gone straight off though ] watch if you can
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Post by badbloodash on May 16, 2015 10:21:55 GMT
Sitting in my seat at the end of the Shrewsbury match surrounded by my missus and four kids thinking how did I end up here because when we played posh away 1st game of the season losing 4 -1 I was in intensive care not knowing if I would last the week and somehow in 8 short months I was watching my beloved gas being promoted can't tell the way I felt but it was something special . Bill shankly once said famously footballs more important than life and death it's not but its a close second hope we win tomorrow but more importantly just glad I'm still here to see it
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Post by Antonio Fargas on May 16, 2015 10:54:11 GMT
I think the 1995 final was my first game (it's between that and West Ham at Twerton) The West Ham league cup tie was the season after.
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Post by The Concept on May 16, 2015 12:13:06 GMT
Just thinking about it I pulled a couple of odd memories from the back of my mind, from Wembley 1990, that were otherwise lost:
- This massively long blue & white scarf being unfurled, that someone had knitted specially. Seemed to snake around about a quarter of the ground. - A group of Birmingham City fans in a pub before the game, in their home shirts, saying they fancied a day out and decided to support Rovers for the day.
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Post by Swedish Gas on May 16, 2015 13:34:09 GMT
Jim Steel, as I recall. Bah! no nixon, he was good mind [ shouldve gone straight off though ] watch if you canPlayer who shoved Twentyman was Jim Steel, I meant. Nixon was the keeper though
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Post by gasheadpirate on May 16, 2015 15:20:40 GMT
1990 as a happy impressionable 20 year old at the Leyland DAF cup, getting Devon White to wave at me, via the obvious 'Devon Devon gis a wave', I've got a photo of the momentous occasion, still my favourite ever Rovers player 25 years on. Never has a loss mattered less to me great day out. Leaving Wembley after the Huddesfield defeat I properly had a tear in my eye, which I am slightly ashamed of as I have always been scornful of people crying at football and a wise old fella of 70 or so came up put his arm round me and said 'come on lad your gonna see a lot worse days than this' true words of wisdom. Then as everyone else has said the sheer slow motion ecstasy of watching Sammy Igoe's goal make it's way from the half way line is going to be hard to beat, let us just pray that Sunday can have something close to that. very similar to me and i was also 20 in 1990! my first big football game [had been to big rugby games before]. Don't remember a lot about it really, and like you said not very important compared to the promotion chase. Missed 1995, but had good excuse. about 3,600 miles away, in Ethiopia. 2007 was crazy. People often forget that Shrews were pressuring us a lot just before Sammy's goal, so it really was a killer of a goal. Funnily Sunday almost feels more important as we were only 6th in 2007, not really thinking too much about promotion, and if you had told people in Feb/March that we would maybe be going up they would have laughed in your face. People did laugh at me in Cardiff after the JPT final when I said we would be at Wembley in six weeks. He who laughs last ....
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Post by kingswood Polak on May 16, 2015 16:32:23 GMT
1990 as a happy impressionable 20 year old at the Leyland DAF cup, getting Devon White to wave at me, via the obvious 'Devon Devon gis a wave', I've got a photo of the momentous occasion, still my favourite ever Rovers player 25 years on. Never has a loss mattered less to me great day out. Leaving Wembley after the Huddesfield defeat I properly had a tear in my eye, which I am slightly ashamed of as I have always been scornful of people crying at football and a wise old fella of 70 or so came up put his arm round me and said 'come on lad your gonna see a lot worse days than this' true words of wisdom. Then as everyone else has said the sheer slow motion ecstasy of watching Sammy Igoe's goal make it's way from the half way line is going to be hard to beat, let us just pray that Sunday can have something close to that. Me & my eldest Brother (RIP Rich) Sat on the green outside a pub close to old Wembley. Passing a pipe of the wacky tobacky around the group of us stoners and feeling like we were destined to go up. Being sat in the stadium, in seats so small that I don't even know how bigger people managed, I was only 13 stones then. People getting a bit heated due to others moving while the game was played. Being able to smoke while in the stadium. My Brother being furious at the tactics and misses, he was a very good footballer and could easily have played pro had he had the ability to walk away from a poor choice of lifestyle, he knew his football so I took in his thoughts. Remembering the team taking off their away shirts to reveal the quarters, at the end and applauding us. This wasn't done very often back then. The abiding memory was the awful journey home. I was so very disappointed that I hardly uttered a word and I went straight home while the rest went for a drink. I kin hate losing
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Post by WWGas on May 17, 2015 12:17:02 GMT
Against Huddersfield, just in from the corner flag. Thought we were in a great position, but every time there was an attack all the people in front stood up. Which meant we had to as well to see! Felt like a Yo - Yo come the end.
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