Post by J Esaj PRA on Oct 17, 2006 17:31:15 GMT
Is this the 'confess your love for the Villa' thread now? ;D
OK...
My second ever football match was a 3-0 home win for Aston Villa over West Ham United. Frightened the crap out of me when they scored - I thought it'd by the nice gentle combined 'roar' you get on the TV games... I went to a few other games, the last one being a 3-1 defeat at the hands of Sunderland. My dad was a fan in his youth and borrowed his brother's season ticket a few times in the 80s. I've got a load of Villa memorabilia, including programmes from several full seasons during the early 80s and most (if not all) home and away games from their European Cup run(s). I've got some very rare replica kits from the 60s and various photos and autographs dating from a similar period. The most unusual item is an autographed x-ray of (allegedly) John Gidman's broken leg!
I never became a fan though, partly because my dad wasn't that bothered and partly because I didn't really get that interested in football until my mid-teens. I keep an eye on Villa's results for the purposes of conversing with my dad, as his interest in TFC is limited to the free tickets I arranged for one match a while back.
My dad grew up near Villa Park (which is his excuse for following Villa) and was a decent enough player, although I don't think he ever looked at it as a profession. He was active in football until the mid-80s, playing, then refereeing and finally managing. When it comes to tinpocity, I can probably out-do even Coops, as I've seen games at just about every major council pitch or works ground in the central and north Birmingham areas! (Brum AFA and below.) Some of the old car and engineering companies had pretty impressive facilities.
Anyway, enough of this football-related tangent - we need to get back to one of those Ambersal 'love-ins' that old Bottyboy seems to like so much! So, I'll get busy ripping that 'special' Thin Lizzy track , leaving Bottyboy free to rant about it on MySpaz - should make a change from his usual subjects of handbags ( ) and fake Welsh-ness!
(Oh yeah, Old Trafford is well worth a visit if you've never been.)
OK...
My second ever football match was a 3-0 home win for Aston Villa over West Ham United. Frightened the crap out of me when they scored - I thought it'd by the nice gentle combined 'roar' you get on the TV games... I went to a few other games, the last one being a 3-1 defeat at the hands of Sunderland. My dad was a fan in his youth and borrowed his brother's season ticket a few times in the 80s. I've got a load of Villa memorabilia, including programmes from several full seasons during the early 80s and most (if not all) home and away games from their European Cup run(s). I've got some very rare replica kits from the 60s and various photos and autographs dating from a similar period. The most unusual item is an autographed x-ray of (allegedly) John Gidman's broken leg!
I never became a fan though, partly because my dad wasn't that bothered and partly because I didn't really get that interested in football until my mid-teens. I keep an eye on Villa's results for the purposes of conversing with my dad, as his interest in TFC is limited to the free tickets I arranged for one match a while back.
My dad grew up near Villa Park (which is his excuse for following Villa) and was a decent enough player, although I don't think he ever looked at it as a profession. He was active in football until the mid-80s, playing, then refereeing and finally managing. When it comes to tinpocity, I can probably out-do even Coops, as I've seen games at just about every major council pitch or works ground in the central and north Birmingham areas! (Brum AFA and below.) Some of the old car and engineering companies had pretty impressive facilities.
Anyway, enough of this football-related tangent - we need to get back to one of those Ambersal 'love-ins' that old Bottyboy seems to like so much! So, I'll get busy ripping that 'special' Thin Lizzy track , leaving Bottyboy free to rant about it on MySpaz - should make a change from his usual subjects of handbags ( ) and fake Welsh-ness!
(Oh yeah, Old Trafford is well worth a visit if you've never been.)