3 April 1974

channys6thswan

channys6thswan

Lingers Long On Cank Street
I came out of Villa Park that night convinced we were cursed, that the black cat seen in some of the 1969 team photos had been run over, that the gypsy’s curse put on us by the grandmother of that Noel Cantwell would never be lifted. And for nigh on the next fifty years, including the 1982 semi I never thought we’d win, I all but gave up hope, feeding only off the scraps of third round goals by Smith and DeVries and Bamba.

So, yeah, we’re a bit crap at the moment, with a defence as much use as a chocolate firegaard. But don’t forget what we just won. Some perspective, please. Keep The Faith, as the twats say.
 
channys6thswan said:
I came out of Villa Park that night convinced we were cursed, that the black cat seen in some of the 1969 team photos had been run over, that the gypsy’s curse put on us by the grandmother of that Noel Cantwell would never be lifted. And for nigh on the next fifty years, including the 1982 semi I never thought we’d win, I all but gave up hope, feeding only off the scraps of third round goals by Smith and DeVries and Bamba.

So, yeah, we’re a bit crap at the moment, with a defence as much use as a chocolate firegaard. But don’t forget what we just won. Some perspective, please. Keep The Faith, as the twats say.
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Well said Channys6th
 
channys6thswan said:
I came out of Villa Park that night convinced we were cursed, that the black cat seen in some of the 1969 team photos had been run over, that the gypsy’s curse put on us by the grandmother of that Noel Cantwell would never be lifted. And for nigh on the next fifty years, including the 1982 semi I never thought we’d win, I all but gave up hope, feeding only off the scraps of third round goals by Smith and DeVries and Bamba.

So, yeah, we’re a bit crap at the moment, with a defence as much use as a chocolate firegaard. But don’t forget what we just won. Some perspective, please. Keep The Faith, as the twats say.
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I too came out of VP that night feeling we’d never win the thing. Ever. This was exacerbated by my poor grandad who’d been to Wembley 4 times to see us lose and held this 10 years olds hand as I balled my eyes out returning down Wembley Way. He, along with my decades old supporting mum and step dad never got to see 2016, beating Sevilla and May 15th this year. There’s Saharan sand in my eyes right now thinking about it.
So we’re having a blip which is IMO mainly to do with injuries. You saw how Liverpool suffered last year without Van Dyke and Matip. We’ll be fine. It’s not the beginning of the end. It’s just the end of the beginning.
If anyone on here thinks we’ve got a crisis then you’re probably the same ones who have sat in your cars for an hour waiting to top it up from 3/4 full thinking there’s a full scale fuel delivery problem
 
I got taken out of VP that night by Mr plod whose boss must have been in army as he carried one of those batons under his arm and let loose cause he was a sadistic bastard. I told him so cause the people he was sharing this baton with were rather happy after glover's goal. Cannot understand that. Was right at the back of the holte end and got bounced down the stairs.
He never turned up in court next morning.

Thinking about it there were about 20 city fans and 3 Scouse in court, they weren't so gobby then.

WEMBLEY 1-0 , I was so so happy.
 
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