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    #46
    Originally posted by Red_Polo View Post
    Wish I could've seen that! Heard about it a number of times. Don't think there is footage of it available anywhere sadly.
    The goalie was unlucky really. There was a layer of snow on the pitch from the previous day (the lines on the pitch were painted blue! The ball was orange) so the ball was naturally slippy (goalies didn't wear gloves as a matter of course until years later, they usually only wore them when it was raining). He had picked the ball up after a failed Liverpool attack and was weighing up his options. He was in the process of throwing the ball overhand to the Leeds left-back, probably Terry Cooper, when at the last second he realised that Ian Callaghan, our right-winger, was sprinting towards Cooper to close him down. So, in mid-throw, he tried to abort his action too late with the result that the ball's trajectory was changed from towards the full-back to towards the empty net. I doubt I'll ever see anything like it happen again. He was under no pressure in a deserted penalty area with no Liverpool player within twenty yards

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      #47
      The morning/afternoon after our victory in Istanbul myself and a mate were wandering back to this friendly little local bar we found for some hair of the dog when I noticed that most reds wandering around all had horizontal cuts across their calf's just like ours. It was because the seats were quite low in the Ataturk so with all the jumping around the backs of your legs got slashed.

      Not the funniest story ever, but always makes me chuckle!

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        #48
        Originally posted by Redspin View Post
        The goalie was unlucky really. There was a layer of snow on the pitch from the previous day (the lines on the pitch were painted blue! The ball was orange) so the ball was naturally slippy (goalies didn't wear gloves as a matter of course until years later, they usually only wore them when it was raining). He had picked the ball up after a failed Liverpool attack and was weighing up his options. He was in the process of throwing the ball overhand to the Leeds left-back, probably Terry Cooper, when at the last second he realised that Ian Callaghan, our right-winger, was sprinting towards Cooper to close him down. So, in mid-throw, he tried to abort his action too late with the result that the ball's trajectory was changed from towards the full-back to towards the empty net. I doubt I'll ever see anything like it happen again. He was under no pressure in a deserted penalty area with no Liverpool player within twenty yards


        One of those things where it looks impossibly stupid, but you can see how it happens.

        As for blue lines on the pitch
        Like blood on iron

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          #49
          A few things.

          On one match day about 15 minutes from Anfield, all pissed in the back of a car we were stuck in the inevitable traffic jam and my mate flicked his cigarette butt out of the window, at precisely the same time as a guy was crawling passed on his moped. It went straight into the helmet and we watched as he wobbled into the kerb frantically trying to undo his helmet strap to get the butt out.

          Another mate watched an evening kick off back in the early 90's, got back into his car and was driving along for a mile trying to work out which window was slightly open only to discover that the rear hatch of the estate car had been knicked.

          Another time in a mini bus back stuck in traffic on the motorway a mate decided to jump out to have a piss only for the traffic to clear and the miserable driver refused to wait and hold the traffic up. The lad walked across farm fields and banged on a farmhouse door and managed to get a lift off the old couple into the Worcester, knicking a tenner off them in the process for the train fair. At the train station he got chatting to a couple of aussies and had a few more beers, spending his train fair. To get around this he thought he'd pretend to be asleep whenever the ticket collector came about until he got back to Newport and promptly fell asleep for real, waking up in Swansea.

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            #50
            Haha love the hatchback :-)

            I included some of your stories on the latest KopCast http://lfckopcast.com/2011/06/episod...t-28-jun-2011/

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              #51
              In 1996 i went to the last game of the seaon (west ham i think) and went over on my own instead of the usual two of us. i was pissed off because it wasn't my turn to drive but i had to. i parked my car on St. Domingo road just over the road from the Campfield. after the game i was walking down and couldn't remember where i'd parked the car, i went up and down a few times then me heart sank when i realised there was a fiesta sized gap where my car was, it'd been nicked. At the very same moment a kid came up, hand out "been minding yer car mate" i said "So where the **** have you hidden it?" dejected i went and reported it to the police, then went and drowned my sorrows.
              Fast forward a few weeks later, i'd been paid out top whack by the insurance, got meself a new motor and Euro 96 was in full flow. i'd watched one of the games in the pub in the afternoon, went home had a kip then had a few cans watching the night game. about 2300 i get a call from Merseyside police to say they'd found my car in Kirby. i say (well oiled by now and still euphoric about the payout) "Not my ****ing car anymore mate, phone churchill" then i put the phone down.
              Next morning i wake up and realised the car might still have the stuff in the boot(boss jump leads, baby's buggy etc etc) so i rang merseyside police and when i get through i asked about the car etc and i must have got the same copper who by now must have been coming to the end of his shift and he said"Not your ****ing car no more!" and put the phone down!!


              1981 travelling to Paris by ferry and that week Jack Warner from Dixon of Dock Green had died that week and every time a copper appeared everyone started whistling the theme tune from Dixon of Dock Green!

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