Quote: Rogues Gallery "Two special memories from me.
1st 1957
Leeds 13 Wigan 11
8 years of age. My dad had an horrific accident, breaking his back and both legs in Oct 1956, but struggled to come out of hospital in early January 1957.
We came over by train for the cup game in February '58 and had to walk from Leeds station in the middle of the city up to Headingley. Dad was in agony.
Arriving at the ground the gates were shut (full house). The gates were broken down and I stood at the corner of the North and West Stand. David Bolton broke his leg (no subs) and Billy Boston scored two 75 yarders. Eric ashton missed an easy conversion and Leeds won 13 - 11.'"
The best memories are always the ones where your dad is involved and the very best ones are the ones where he does something "a bit naughty" and you both keep it a secret from your mum
Mine are of a Challenge Cup semi final at Odsal and if I could be bothered I'd look it up because I'm sure it was either 1970 or 71, and now I'm guessing that it might not have been 71 because I think Leeds lost.
Anyway, the ground was packed (the grounds always look packed when you're a kid) and we ended up stood in front of the big old stand opposite to where the teams run out - back then there was seating inside the stand and a no-mans land of about ten yards in front of them which had a chicken wire fence in front of it to stop people standing in front of the seats (they wouldn't have been able to see otherwise), beyond that the terracing continued in a standing area that wasn't under cover - thats where we stood, me, my dad and his big mate (all 6'5" of him).
Second half and Leeds are losing (was it St Helens ?) and suddenly the heavens open and the mother of all thunderstorms tips floods of rain and sleet on us all and the only thing keeping us from being under cover is the chicken wire fence - cue my dad and his big mate to start kicking it down followed by hundreds of others and an invasion of the no-mans land covered area in front of the seats, but in that nice Dunkirk spirit of co-operation that my dads generation had everyone sat down on the terraces and anyone who stood up was shouted at until they did sit down, including two policemen who came across to try and move a thousand or so now seated terrace spectators - they moved on when it became obvious that civil insurrection could be done peacefully.
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