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Post by Budleigh on Sept 1, 2010 21:04:29 GMT
This is the programme from the first competitive floodlit game played at Plainmoor having just had the new lights fitted at a cost of £9,000. The previous ones, as used for the friendlies in seasons gone by, were not adequate for game such as this. The result was 2-2 with goals from Colin Court & Colin Bettany who made up a trio of three Colins' playing in the United team along with Colin Rawson. Number 3 was Harry Smith, playing his first game of the season in place of Dennis Penford whilst Brian Handley was in at number 9 instead of Tommy Northcott. The attendance was 6,419 which wasn't much more than many games in the season, indeed it was down on quite a number. Discussions on the Plainmoor floodlights can be fully viewed in the History Room. One piece of interest to me personally is to see Sammy Chung in the line-up for Watford as he was the father of a friend of mine, Tim Chung, from my days working in Harrods in London. Actually I was more friendly with Tim's girlfriend Karen! The last I heard of him he was in the Twin Towers when they got hit and his account of the attack became one of the better known and trusted.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 6, 2010 19:40:27 GMT
I wonder which lucky blighter won the walkie-talkie doll that had come all the way from Spain? I hope the doll wasn’t a supporter of Franco spouting recorded Falangist sympathies. And look - Ruby Murray and Derek Roy did the big switch on! A “good turn”, indeed, at that year’s pantomime at the Pavilion. I’m pretty sure I saw a pantomime at the Pavilion but I wouldn’t hazard a guess as to the year. However I believe Christmas 1960 featured at least one kid’s party, possibly the one below where I’m shown wearing my Barton Infants School tie (bloody hell, it’s fifty years ago this week I started there). The venue of the party would either have been the fire station – the father of my partner-in-crime was a fireman – or Sifam where a neighbour worked. I’m afraid I would have been innocently oblivious to the joys of floodlit football and the fame of Ruby Murray (although I may have already been a beneficiary of pectoral balsom of honey prepared by Cocks and Dunsford of Castle Circus or, at the very least, Harry Franks' Watcombe Roundabout equivalent):
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