Dear KPBW

Sohofox

Sohofox

Roofer
I'm sorry - I never really recovered from watching us lose at Wembley in 1969 Cup Final when Woollett refused to spray that Man City player into the dog track (yes they had greyhound racing at Wembley then). On my 21st faacking birthday!!!!!!

And then even worse watching us get relegated a few weeks later when we had some decent players who should have kept us up!
I was never the same again mentally.
 
There had to be a reason!

I recall it being a tough few weeks but I think I’m over it now

just
 
I fully understand Soho for me it was Hollowhead and those Caants at Stoke the Facking third division I never got over it ..
 
No need for an apology me old cock-er-nee sparrer. Nor any need for the customary hyperbolic BS to explain your unique way of seeing the world of Leicester City Football Club.

A Doctor writes "Fact is, it's the way your brain is wired and no amount of therapy, counselling, medication (yeah verily even the positivity pills) or listening to rational, objective advice will help redress your manic-depressive mindset". HTH.

Just be eternally grateful that you once took a lucky punt and bravely ventured to the University of Leicester in the grim north. The vast majority of fans of other teams would bite your hand off to have been on the roller coaster ride you have had the great privilege to suffer and enjoy since. Just think what your football supporting life would have been like if you had stuck to your own manor - perish the thought!
 
Maybe l've never recovered from that bottle that hit my bonce at Hillsborough in '63, probably that's why KP keeps nagging at me,
or maybe Specsavers need a visit,nevertheless l shall continue to annoy with my interpretations of my clubs matches
 
kpbw said:
No need for an apology me old cock-er-nee sparrer. Nor any need for the customary hyperbolic BS to explain your unique way of seeing the world of Leicester City Football Club.

A Doctor writes "Fact is, it's the way your brain is wired and no amount of therapy, counselling, medication (yeah verily even the positivity pills) or listening to rational, objective advice will help redress your manic-depressive mindset". HTH.

Just be eternally grateful that you once took a lucky punt and bravely ventured to the University of Leicester in the grim north. The vast majority of fans of other teams would bite your hand off to have been on the roller coaster ride you have had the great privilege to suffer and enjoy since. Just think what your football supporting life would have been like if you had stuck to your own manor - perish the thought!
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I was never really a fan of any of my local clubs down in SE London.
I only went to Charlton with mates cos one or two kids from our school played for Charlton.
Whenever I went to Millwall with other mates I found the OTT mindless violence just for the sake of it a bit disturbing though I didn't dare mention it.
So I didn't really have a club I was attached to until l saw City v Forest on 8th October 1966. By 4.40pm I was transfixed.
 
Sohofox said:
I was never really a fan of any of my local clubs down in SE London.
I only went to Charlton with mates cos one or two kids from our school played for Charlton.
Whenever I went to Millwall with other mates I found the OTT mindless violence just for the sake of it a bit disturbing though I didn't dare mention it.
So I didn't really have a club I was attached to until l saw City v Forest on 8th October 1966. By 4.40pm I was transfixed.
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...and by 4.41 you were moaning and lumping on relegation....
 
Sohofox said:
I was never really a fan of any of my local clubs down in SE London.
I only went to Charlton with mates cos one or two kids from our school played for Charlton.
Whenever I went to Millwall with other mates I found the OTT mindless violence just for the sake of it a bit disturbing though I didn't dare mention it.
So I didn't really have a club I was attached to until l saw City v Forest on 8th October 1966. By 4.40pm I was transfixed.
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I went to that game I was 11, having got in the ground at about half one, got on the wall behind the goal in the kop, needed a pee at about 2.45 and then couldnt get back through the crowd to the front so ended up climbing up on to a girder at the back of the kop only being able to see to the half way line! Fortunately the three goals we scored to win all came in the first half down at the kop end. Great day👍👍
 
It was Mclintock for me. Walking around school with a Leicester City sports bag knowing you're a laughing stock.
 
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