how times have changed part 613. Secret Santa has been to the office
and delivered me a stock of old arsenal v Tottenham programmes. Which is really very nice.
Amongst many gems the following extract from a letter to the then manager in the 1951 programme
Dear Mr Whittaker
This is the first time I have ever written to a football club. But on Saturday my young brother and I went along to Maine Road to see the Manchester City v. Arsenal match. We haven't stopped talking about the superlative football, ball control and teamwork which your team displayed. I am a keen Manchester United fan and you will agree that I should know what good football is. But Arsenal seem to be able to do what United and Spurs do, without any dashing about and without any effort at all. We were too young to see pre-war football but when we have seen Arsenal since, it's easy to see how they achieved their brilliant record in the past and on Saturday's form they are sure to win the cup or championship this season....
The letter from a T.Corless in Manchester ends with a PS asking to join the Arsenal Supporters Club.
Bloody hell, what industry do you work in?
If you don't mind me asking, of course. Just curious as to the types that'd do such a lovely present.
how times have changed? Bolton, Wolves, Preston, Notts County, Huddersfield, Tottenham
Corinthian Casuals, Hartlepools, Bradford Park Avenue
Lucky c**t. I'm bound to get a Pink Floyd mug or summat.
Or one of those super amusing chocolate penises, or something
I thought working for myself was the way out but you actually get more of that festive forced jollity nonsense, if anything
At least you can eat the f**king thing. I've got enough mugs and fridge magnets as it is ffs.
Corinthian Casuals, my best mate has played for them for many years and I have been to see them play
a few times (early 1930s)
I could be wrong bur I believe they are the oldest English football club
as a very private lobster
I never divulge my personal details and those people on here who think I am some kind of lawyer working in a global law firm whilst masquerading as a comical crustacean figure on an arsenal site are just making it up imo.
Not sure I could eat a chocolate penis, too strong an association with nob noshing
You'll come out of your shell one day, old boy
Cheers, you've just upped my impression of big nasty corporate lawyers
I much prefer to say mature
