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As I don’t drink anymore, Gamble, I thought I would produce here a post of stunning inconsequence for my 1000th just so you may have the pleasure of toasting it with a fine beverage, late at night in front of your fire, as I can vividly imagine is the case from your fine prose!
Golden, the natural collollary to my last murderous post, was next, to lighten the atmosphere by highlighting the connection and significance, of one Michael Gove M.P, and the older, but equally dangerous? Ricky Lake.
Both, in my opinion, share similar sociopathic tendencies – as MrJ and MrP both know to their cost, however, an interlude in this madness is most welcome, so allow me to welcome you into this sterile moribund hothouse of flies and show you around.As you notice there is little to see !.
Your imaginings are certainly near the truth, and yes, I am imbibing something aged and of fine texture, but in a measured way, with extreme periods of total abstinence worked into the mix, but not as abstemious as your controlled self Golden.
I have certainly noticed the precision and strength in your posts, and yes, congratulations on reaching the magical number, and I look forward to your upping the ante in here – to hopefully remove the lacklustre from the bored, waiting eyes of flies.
If your task is to bring the old Grand National ghosts back to living form, then some fantasy in your recreation, should all but guarantee the returm of the heightened buzz and that special Aintree roar, as their courage and tiredness shift into view diwn the long run. I wish you every good luck.
Its the beasts birthday today
Must be closing in on the big double O
Welcome to the dungeon Golden Miller
I see Millwall have a reasonable chance in making it to the Semi Final
That reminds me, what’s good for a broken nose..?Gamble, I was reading through some old posts
stumbled upon a cracker, one of those Barney Curly coups. I remember it at the time but possibly didn’t appreciate at the time how good it was.
I think time can make threads look better.Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
I have never made enemies, certainly not from my side, in these seldom times hothouses of diverse and differing opinions, but a fair number of adversaries, so Ricky if you happen by this, there has never been a personal element, and putting you up on the same stage as Michael works, well I break into song, works a DREA E E EEM dream dream dream dream, DREA E E EEM for me, and I have always enjoyed the Everley Brothers’ enchantingly beautiful,brexit blending harmonies – so hang on to your GEE TAR I am taking you for a short ride with your brother in arms.
A short summation of the two might be: different ends and goals, but a similar ruthlessness in achieving them. Such is the common hallmark of the uber achiever and so much more successful, combined with the sociopath tag, and it is common knowledge, the risk professions, particularly banking, are riddled with them.
Considering their goals, well, from a humble beginnings Michael set his mind on achieving a list of things, and as opportunities came his way, the highest office in the land was soon in that list. His self-effacing clever smoke screen words that he is somehow, missing that special ingredient to be PM, was certainly not evident in his latest barnstorming, Corbyn bashing speech in the House, where he set the highest of bars to even provoke giddiness, amongst other secret contenders.
When Minister for Education he once in private conversation, and extolling his past teachers as the making of him, remarked,
‘they may well like Victor Frankenstein, put their head in their hands and think, what have we created’ ?
The Hurlingham Club summer ball and the fateful letter Boris failed to pick up and deliver in time, to one Andrea Leadson led Michael to begin sharpening his dinner knife under the table, with a plan B. Always the salesman and at a later fundraising event there, with Mogg’s Bentley purringly parked outside, he was seen taking the lead and rousting up support for Tory coffers and so impressing his fellows with his geniality and by what he could produce in his hat. He is known to be a bit fluid with his words in private, when holding a drink, and whatever Ricky is on, he spouts a similar torrent.
Turning to Ricky he has but one goal in life, and it is an admirable one, and finely encapsulated in his slogan “ Life is short have fun ”. I do like to think Gove adheres to this too. That fun though is hard won and seems to come at any cost or ruthlessness on his part, and he will go any which way, play devil’s advocate, or turn Victor’s lightening-needed monster machine on, in achieving this essential state of euphoric mind-bending fun he craves so.
Let is be said, he has been an excellent contributor in here, exhibiting a rare rawness, irreverence, and surprise factor, that has won him many supporting goats. He now hides under this Snaith moniker crouching behind the ramparts in Butterfair, writing seldom now, and possibly considering retirement, and why ? Because he is the only possessor of the Snaith bible and there will be no progeny, no issuance, and in breeding is forbidden, as none could keep to it’s out of house rules.
When Rickydicky he does launch an isolated attack his newly acquired Snaith creed allows him to distance himself, and so unchained, his liberty and licence increases to ridicule and throw targeted knives, with far better accuracy and, no doubt, a similar smile and geniality as his brother in arms – Govey. I wish them both well.
p.s. I cannot confirm Mogg’s Bentley was purring outside that evening, it might well have been, but it has made its presence well known in the 25 year waiting list private club’s car park.
Cheers, Gamble, and thanks for the welcome to the cryptic dungeon, chaps. Having been charged today with racist chanting (which was far more prevalent at Anfield on this occasion https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JMa-gwZD1ec), Nathan, and having been present one evening at Watford when the PA announcer’s instruction to leave by the rear exit was followed by 10 minutes repetitive chanting of “Elton John is a homosexual” it is in some ways unfortunate that we have been drawn against a south coast town that boasts a large gay population!
You know of my labour of love, Gamble? Recent activity has included gaining the knowledge that Laburnum could not be saved after breaking down in the 1875 National despite vets battling to save the horse for two weeks, that Bellona in 1890 can be added to Emperor the following year in the category of sustained fatal injury while running loose, but that Usna, who seriously wrenched shoulder and loins in 1888, was working well for Henry Linde by Christmas after undergoing veterinary treatment in England for some months. Usna, incidentally, when breaking down approaching the 28th almost carried Frigate into the canal but the latter rallied to finish second for the third time before going on to win in 1889 at the sixth attempt, she was the best mare to win the race. In doing so she beat Why Not who himself was victorious, aged 13, at the fifth time of asking in 1894.
Meanwhile, we rapidly approach the day before Brexit which will be the hundredth anniversary of Poethlyn’s win (having also been successful in the wartime substitute at Gatwick the preceding year) which was achieved easily by 8 lengths under the burden of 12-07. Frigate, Why Not, Poethlyn: true sleeping giants. Raise an aged and finely textured example of a particular spirit to them boyo.
That late 80’s team was quite a decent one GM
I remember them well as I started watching football in 88
Cascarino and Sheringham were quality footballers
with Ruddock and Hurlock proper hard as nails and looked it too and wouldn’t have looked out of place fitting in with the Millwall bushwackers front line.
Brighton are a good side but have a better home record and although will start favourites I think Millwall should fancy their chances of a surprise.
What was that other Millwall firm called GM.?
I think they were a younger brigade and dressed a bit out of the norm.Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
Do you mean F-Troop, Nathan? And Treatment who wore surgical masks and the Halfway Line. Well, I started going in the late 70s and stood on the halfway line. Really, Millwall have never had an organised mob. It’s always been more of a collection of groups emanating from various pubs, neighbourhoods and workplaces (markets). They’d put on unofficial coaches, Barnaby’s was one, I recall. The whole F-Troop/Treatment thing was Millwall taking the piss out of the middle class sociologists behind that edition of Panorama. I met Harry the Dog when he had two kids and sat in the seats. One guy seen in the film is Dave Cane who was known well by some of my friends. I never saw Dr Death (Charlie) as he had been put away by that time but was familiar with the sight of Tiny (huge black bloke), Ginger Bob, Kevin Bennett (who didn’t like me!) and the legendary Tony Davis. Hundreds more whose names I do not know.
It occurred to me one day in the early 80s that it was always the same faces who appeared at the spot of trouble. Then I realised that to know that I must have been in the vicinity too! When I was finally nicked (at Oxford because some **** incited me by wearing one of those Lonsdale t-shirts with Chelsea on it and facing up with the U’s fans) I twigged that I’d done far worse 50 times and could have had a record as long as your arm (so I started smoking pot and a lot of people subsequently knew me as Wobbly Woodbine or the Wobbly Man). Anyway, I calmed down a bit after that and it was always fun when somebody would come up on the first day of a new season and remind me “hey, we were nicked together” or whatever. A £250 fine and bound over for 18 months in the sum of £500 was a lot of money in 1982 – that was the same day as people got stabbed at Arsenal vs West Ham and I know for a fact some Millwall were on the North Bank, same day Thatcher bombed the Falklands airstrip that was too.
Too many stories I could tell. I remember the usual trick of the special train being dismantled from the inside on the way back from Bradford one day. It was stopped and we were stuck waiting for two hours while the Transport Old Bill was summoned. A bit later a couple came into our carriage and asked “Who are the Bushwackers?”, to which the reply came “wackers of bushes”!
Forceful post Gold, and yes, bursts a few bubbles, and explains a lot why now in later life, you maintain such an interest in the sticks. It brought back flashes of memories for me, and I would like to add then to yours. Burnely were gold top, but my living near the Palace meant I half supported the EEE – GULLS as they sounded and I own up to that mistake that lasted a few years. I would trundle my way down to the ground in my army issue trench coat.
Scraps took place certainly, some on the pitch, some outside the nearby rarely boarded up semis, and I counted about a hundred big bottomed hards. One stood out, with a neck like a tree, and a space usually cleared around him, and his was a very safe circle to be in when fists rained down. He was my hero, my protector in a way, and he’d often lead the songs I was a lurker at a distance – didn’t even own a scarf, and could only afford to go now and then so in fact I needed little protection. As you walked around the streets directly surrounding the stadium, back in the day when networking was done by old fashioned word of mouth, there was a febrile tense adrenalin filled atmosphere and you could almost feel the danger, and I looked out for anything unusual that moved, and so far my imagination on edge and out of gear, I would not have been surprised if I had been launched upon by a wild tiger.
When the dirty Leeds players came down souf, I always saw them as the snooty upper class mob gits, who thought they were superior to the lovable londoners, just because they had the little kick with slick bullet Francis Lee and the large lanky framed Jack Charlton – possibly the laziest player in the first division, who scowled at everyone and looked all hard, with his @rse so well trained it hardly moved a yard. He would sit and settle his big nose for a fiesta around the Palace goal posts, then push and shove anyone as the ball lobbed in, and I rarely saw him score. Big tall Jack even hated his brother back then and I don’t think there’s much love now, but maybe I heard age and time may have softened their scores. Millwall came for the odd cup game – think they were in Div two – but they were caged up behind a section of barbed wire, and had that reputation, so they became animals at times with rude gestures, filthy language and an effort to break out, and some did climb over with brutal consequence.
High hormone stuff but, somehow looking back, just magical, and quaintly reminiscent of Popeye finding Haddock covered in Oil, and throwing the spinach at him, or an old Betty Boop larking around in a much shorter cleavage, shoving her unmarried partner out of the kitchen, then locking the door to smoke a much stronger drug, than the one she got banned with – back in the dirty thirties.
Great post GM/gamble, I’m fascinated by the 80’s stuff although glad I missed out on it all
Treatment was the name I couldn’t remember. They didn’t really look like hooligans on that documentary, I can envisage you GM wearing one of those masks.
Villa was the 1st experience of a proper live game I saw, they were my brothers team and he used to take me in the late 80’s early 90’s on the train then get the tube to Aston. Loved the walked from the tube to the ground, the smell of the hotdogs and hustle and bustle of it all outside the stadium.
Made my first trip to Anfield in 95, must have gone there about 100 times in 10 years as I stopped going in 2005 due to health reasons. I must admit though even although Anfield is a special place you can’t beat the excitement, buzz and the unknown of an away game being outnumbered and having to keep your wits about you.
I have a few stories about away trips to Birmingham, Boro, West Ham, Man City (Maine Road) and a trip to Czech Republic for a Uefa Cup game which would fill a good chapter in a book but nether got involved in any trouble so probably not worth reading.Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
Interesting stuff Nathan and I have never experienced the Kop. Franny Lee never played for Leeds – and no one picked me up. A small quick player – could it have beenw Harris ? There was the infamous Chopper Harris of course. In those days you might meet one of the players dkwn the pub on a Friday evening. Happened to a friend of mine in Southampton.
Eddie Gray I think – 180cm to Jack Charlton’s 190cm and if the latter looked skyward he gained a bit.
I was going to write that was the first long post of yours gamble in which I understood every word but that would have come across silly with the Franny Lee mistake. One excuse I could offer is it was before my time.
Was it Franny Lee that got sent off against Leeds perhaps.? I remember seeing a clip where two players were going full handbags and think Lee might have been one of them.
One thing I do think would of been an experience would of been to stand in the kop when it was all standing, think it was 94.? when it got changed so I missed it by a year or so.Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
When Lee played for Derby against Leeds, this is what you’re looking for:
https://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=franny+lee+and+norman+hunter+fight
I was gonna pick you up, Gamble, also no games between Palace Slags and Millwall between 12 Mar 69 and 17 Nov 73. No cup game from 57 til 75. But Palace’s first foray into top flight 69/70-72/73 so that must be the period you recall, before Sainsburys. I used to stand in the enclosure with the steep terrace to my left. Was always a mixture of fans, like at Charlton on that fantastically huge side terrace. Mind you, was impressed with Burnley’s sidepiece too. Same goes for the Liverpool fans in that match, Nathan, club had been dominant for two decades yet a first half equaliser against the cockney upstarts and you’d think they’d just won a sixth consecutive European Cup. Poor error by McLeary now I look at it again.
Selhurst Park was my first away game watching Liverpool but against Wimbledon who were sharing the ground with Palace at the time. I remember thinking how strange it was that a supermarket was stopping you doing a full lap of the ground which became a tradition I liked to do. The supporters club I was with were not running a trip and the chap in charge said that tickets for the away end would be on sell outside the ground. I went on the bus with father to London, I can’t remember the destination in which we arrived but got the tube to the ground and did buy the two tickets needed which is quite remarkable thinking back to it considering the travelling support that Liverpool take to away games.
That Liverpool/Millwall match would of been part of Liverpool’s record unbeaten run in the league from the start of a season.Gaelic Warrior Gold Cup Winner 2026
I do actually think I was I was chanting Seagulls rather than Eagles all those years ago – and that almost got me chuckling this morning. Thank you both for your memory spillages – all quite nostalgic. Yes the time frame Golden is of great interest to me and the link – thanks greatly and your comprehensive grasping of old facts is impessive and bodes well for your other big challenge.
I knew nothing of Sainsbury’s and yes I have checked the stand and Millwall, in that particular game, were housed, or caged, in a small section to the right of the main stand. In those days what raged ? Woodstock, Flower Power, Napalm, Nam – well a few people liked a good exchange of wobbly fists on a Saturday afternoon to exorcise all those bad dreams from their system. Bruce Forsyth’s nice to see you, mainstay family entertainment on a Saturday night – wasn’t always nice, and the age was full of dullness and was why the music of the sixties and seventies were so inspired – people had to make their own entertainment. Everybody believed in Father Xmas back then which made that time of year so extra special. The traffic flowed far better despite the distraction of bottle top mini skirts causing the odd bottleneck. There was the occasiinal murder mystery on TV but now they have ditched murders and minis and replaced them with serial killers, Naked, and the Undateables. I do watch the odd serial killer !
Aren’t all serial killers odd? Like Drone I enjoy an afternoon with Miss Marple though it has to be Joan Hickson or Geraldine McEwan. I’m not keen on Julia McKenzie in the part and have been very remiss in the fact that I haven’t seen any of the Margaret Rutherford ones. I have been re-watching the best police series ever made which has been repeated again in the early evenings, The Sweeney. You’re nicked!
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