Presumably he's taught you not to stand in no-mans land and to stop waving the racquet around as if it was a ping-pong paddle.
I haven't hit a ball since around the time we played so I'll need to get my eye in before we play again. Not that my eyes still work at this age anyway. #excusesinearly Mind you, my dad has started playing again after his hip replacement and he's nearly eighty.
I reckon it's just you and me left now h, the only two farts old enough to remember the glory days of squalor and casual violence that made the game so special
I expect if you put us in a time machine and transported us back to the north bank for a Spurs game in 1979 we'd **** ourselves On the other hand, those who didn't live through it would probably top themselves.
Yep - I remember when we got Millwall in the cup and they invaded the pitch. That was the only real trouble I saw in the ground and that was from the safety of halfway up the North Bank. Funnily enough going to Spurs in those days didn't bother me as much as the last few times I went there more recently. Though walking up Seven Sisters with the loud-mouthed Canuck did almost tempt me to start singing about Spurs and the pope and just taking a good beating
I think the only major trouble I ever saw inside the ground used to be when I went to West Ham's home games with my mate. The police used to stream out of that odd little building in the corner of Upton Park and start laying into everyone whilst being roundly abused by all other parts of the ground.