attotc1976
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After the turn of the Century.....
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Post by attotc1976 on Apr 4, 2015 17:58:19 GMT
Just a quick intro from the newbie.
County fan of more years than I care to remember.
Favourite players - Bill Williams, Micky Flynn, Luis Cavaco and Big Kev.
County Hero - Sir Danny of Bergara
Favourite away trip - West Ham away.
Positives - HTH and the Coop, the fans continued support even in these dark days.
Negatives - Best not.
Lurked for a while and thought I would give it a go!
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Post by jamesgill on Apr 4, 2015 18:02:50 GMT
Welcome to the site! I hope you enjoy your time here. P.S. Maccy will love you. Your favourite players include Mr.Cavavo
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Post by gazz on Apr 4, 2015 18:03:27 GMT
Welcome aboard, mate, thanks for joining!
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Post by gazz on Apr 4, 2015 18:12:04 GMT
Also noticed your favourite players too, they don't come any better than those! Bill really was class and calmness personified, and I swear I never saw him flap once. We've had some serious class at centre half over the years, but horses for courses none were better than Bill in my opinion. Kev is my all-time favourite footballer, never mind County player, and Flynny pushes him close, and who can ever forget Little Luis?!
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attotc1976
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Post by attotc1976 on Apr 4, 2015 18:21:43 GMT
They are my all time top four County players. However I was very lucky to see so many other classy County footballers such as Neil Edwards, Chris Beaumont, Tom Bennett, Chris Marsden, Alun Armstrong, Lee Todd, Sean Connelly, Ashley Williams and many more.
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Post by gazz on Apr 4, 2015 18:23:22 GMT
That's a great selection, mate, what I wouldn't give for a team full of that sort of quality again!
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attotc1976
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Post by attotc1976 on Apr 4, 2015 18:34:34 GMT
Yes, we were indeed blessed during those halcyon day!
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Post by hatter_in_macc on Apr 4, 2015 23:04:19 GMT
As self-proclaimed President of the Cavaco Appreciation Society, I can tell straight away that you will fit in very well... Welcome to Heaven, mate. Enjoy the debate and banter!
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Post by another_ruined_saturday on Apr 4, 2015 23:55:21 GMT
favourite trip west ham away? well no wonder luis is one of your faves then... certainly had us on our feet that night, even though it was down the other end!
welcome to county heaven!
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attotc1976
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Post by attotc1976 on Apr 5, 2015 11:01:33 GMT
Cheers Chaps. The exploits of Luis that game had me bouncing down the away end on my head!
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Post by bigfudge on Apr 5, 2015 14:20:11 GMT
Welcome matey!
My brother was actually named William or Billy for short after Bill Williams! I however got given a Wolves players name, middle name Steven after Steve Bull so I guess he wins this round!
Hope you enjoy your time here matey!
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Post by hatter_in_macc on Apr 5, 2015 18:02:14 GMT
Cheers Chaps. The exploits of Luis that game had me bouncing down the away end on my head! I was bouncing, too - or, rather, the contents of my stomach were! Any excuse to dust off an old story from C.H.A.O.S... ***************************************************************************************************** Ugh! Upset at Upton ParkBy Hatter in MaccThe upset in question was not directly about the unlikely, but thrilling and entirely-deserved, draw that County secured at West Ham in the League Cup - setting themselves up in the process for a replay which was to provide EP with one of its greatest nights in (relatively!) recent times. Rather, the match in London E13 was best (if that's the right word) remembered by me for having foolishly subjected my insides to the local delicacy, beloved of pearly kings and queens... jellied eels. I was probably being pretty damned brave merely setting foot in Nathan's Eel, Pie and Mash Shop, adjacent to the ground, for a pre-match bite to eat. But the place looked well populated by home fans - always a good sign that the food should be ok - so, thinking "when in Rome, and all that...", I joined the queue that waited to be served by two white-haired cockney dinner-lady types. The menu was less than extensive, featuring nothing much more than the three items in the eaterie's title, and, playing it safe, I decided just to go for two of them: the pie and mash...mountains of the latter, in fact, drizzled with a peculiar green liquor sauce, which turned out to be made from the water that eels had been boiled in. And, strangely enough, this all went down a delicious treat. A matter for regret, as it turned out, given that I was now sufficiently keen on the East End fare to chance my arm with the final part of the menu. The eels, served cooled and in jelly, did not, it has to be said, look very appetising once they were before me - but there was no backing out now...not least because I feared that I might cause some kind of incident by turning my nose up at what was, after all, a signature dish and a proud part of the heritage. Poking around tentatively with my fork, I tried a small morsel - hmm, a bit bland, really - and then added a dash of chilli vinegar to spice it up, before getting stuck in. But the more I ate, the more disgusting the cold, gelatinous offering was to taste - and polishing it off quickly became an imperative of some urgency, so that I could pop across the road to The Boleyn Arms and wash it down with a hurried pint ahead of taking my place in the away-end. And that might very well have been that...had Hatter in Macc's fave player of the - nay, possibly, of all - time, Luis Cavaco, not taken it upon himself to produce one of his wonderful dribble-and-strike efforts to equalise. Then, I am sorry to recount, exhilaration got the better of me - or, to be precise, my stomach. At the very moment that I jumped up, whooping in celebration, those jellied eels repeated on me, and my leap was quickly stopped in its tracks as I had to focus all concentration on stopping myself from gagging. I don't remember the rest of the match after that... just a feeling of increasing nausea and a need to be alone, curled up in the foetal position. Thankfully, I hung on until the final whistle... although, not for the first or the last time, a game involving County had left me with a nasty after-taste. A culinary dare that I probably could have done without, then. Mind you - to borrow a line from Ripping Yarns - not as bad as the night Archie Pettigrew ate some sheep's testicles for a bet... God, that bl**dy sheep kicked him.
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Post by another_ruined_saturday on Apr 5, 2015 21:35:11 GMT
you were a brave soul...the boleyn arms as well?!? we walked up to it, then about-turned and went away again! loads of county fans had gathered in a pub a couple of hundred yards down the road so we went in there, but then there was a bit of a sing-song including how "the west ham fans could take no more..." etc, so we were a bit nervy in there too!
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Post by hatter_in_macc on Apr 5, 2015 21:54:19 GMT
Experienced no problems in there myself, exile.
One of the few occasions that I have had cause to be truly thankful for my 'darn scarf' accent, mind!
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attotc1976
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Post by attotc1976 on Apr 6, 2015 10:46:26 GMT
Me neither. Did the whole touristy thing in the day via a few hostelries and a few of us had a few jars in the Boleyn before the game, via Plaistow. Happy days!
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