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Post by johnh1 on Jul 7, 2016 21:15:54 GMT
Hi everyone. I have been a Salford supporter since 1966. My Dad who is 89 years old has been a supporter since 1929 and his Dad was a supporter since the present club was formed in 1914. My first memory was a game at Wigan in, I think, 1967 when Frank Collier was sent off!
I now live in Gran Canaria, so don't see many games these days, but did go to Perpignan this year. Loved the game and the day.
I went to Wembley in 69 and I am convinced that I will live long enough to make a return trip to see the Reds in a Cup Final. Grand final at Old Trafford would suffice as well.
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Post by gadger on Jul 7, 2016 22:09:23 GMT
John I hope you are right and one day we are all at Wembley. Top man, and why we as a club still exists. Wish there where more like you
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Post by Carnster on Jul 7, 2016 22:31:39 GMT
Hi everyone. I have been a Salford supporter since 1966. My Dad who is 89 years old has been a supporter since 1929 and his Dad was a supporter since the present club was formed in 1914. My first memory was a game at Wigan in, I think, 1967 when Frank Collier was sent off! I now live in Gran Canaria, so don't see many games these days, but did go to Perpignan this year. Loved the game and the day. I went to Wembley in 69 and I am convinced that I will live long enough to make a return trip to see the Reds in a Cup Final. Grand final at Old Trafford would suffice as well. Quite a pedigree, and I'm envious that you got to see a truly table-topping Salford side. Welcome to the board! |
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Post by johnh1 on Jul 8, 2016 7:41:37 GMT
Thanks for the wekcome. That period in the late 60's and early 70's was great. The names still roll off the tongue and the anticipation walking to The Willows was magical. Great days.
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Post by Admin on Jul 8, 2016 10:11:43 GMT
Welcome to the board johnh1 Admin. |
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Post by branny on Jul 8, 2016 14:24:53 GMT
Hi everyone. I found this place and registered as the rlfans page seems to be dying a death.
I was born and bred in Salford. My Dad was a dyed in the wool Salford fan and went to Wembley in 69 (I didn't make it only being 1 year old at the time). My Dad started taking me to the Willows in the early 70s. I wasn't really interested and used to spend the 80 minutes running up and down in front of the club.
I remember very little about any games which is most unfortunate considering that the team they had was one of the best to pull on the jersey. The programmes stuck with me though. "Salford scene" on the front and the line ups on the back with the "T, G, Dg" columns to mark the scorers and the image of the trident carrying devil superimposed. I remember the pictures of the burning stand and lesser known players like Raistrick, Grice, McGreal and Knighton and local lad Sammy Turnbull.
The Premiership final at Station Rd v Sts sticks with me. We lived off Eccles New Rd not far from Stowells church. It was a scorching hot day and we walked what seemed like a million miles (stopping on Langworthy road for an ice cream on the way) all the way to Station Rd. Sts won and we didn't even have a try to celebrate.
Towards the end of the 70s my Dads shifts meant his visits to the Willows eventually ceased. I found other interests like football so also stopped going.
Our interest was rekindled by the Burnden semi v Wigan and even though they got stuffed I fell in love with the game again and have been going ever since.
The hardest game to swallow was the Sheffield semi final at Headingley. It was my Dad I felt sorry for. He was in his 50s at the time I knew that we'd never have a better chance of getting to Wembley. He passed away in December but at least he did get to see them play there.
Work commitments prevent me from getting to every game and if i'm honest I prefer away games. I tend to get back quicker than I do from the AJ. I don't like the soulless pit they play in now and miss the Willows but it is what it is and I'll still support them. STID
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Post by prestwichred on Jul 9, 2016 12:39:32 GMT
Started properly following Salford when I met the missus, her being from Salford I had no choice ! I am from Middleton where RL is a mystery to most of the people there. Moved to Prestwich and found there were more like minded souls. Started going to games as my son kept mithering me 14 years on I often think I should have ignored him. Still waiting and hoping for that trip to Wembley or a Grand Final. |
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Post by steveh on Jul 12, 2016 11:43:41 GMT
Born and bred in the Peoples Republic of Seedley, my dad took me to my first Salford game in the mid 70s when I was about 7 and I've been a Salford fan and fan of the game in general ever since. As well as RL I also watch Cricket (LCCC and proud), UFC and almost anything involving two wheels and an engine.
Unfortunately, I haven't lived in Salford since about 2000 and now live in that wonderful land of fake suntans and white stillettos that is Essex so don't get to many Salford games any more. I did manage to convert my wife to RL but unfortunately she decided to support London Broncos (she is from the East End) and Bradford Bulls (first game I took her to was a WCC final). For my sins I'm an IT pleb for a government regulator in the City.
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Post by vin on Jul 12, 2016 21:46:44 GMT
Heyup everyone. The Scarlet Turkey message board seems to be deserted, apart from the occasional tumbleweed blowing through its empty topics. Having sniffed my armpits I've decided it's probably not me, so I'll start stalking on here. Howdo.
Born in Eccles, and a Salford fan from birth. My mum - this was before the war tha knows - used to be taken to The Willows on the shoulders of her Uncle Bernard and can remember Gus Risman. That was probably before he lost a leg to diabetes. Uncle Bernard, that is, not the mighty Augustus. Me, I had to walk, although I think Les Bettinson picked me up once after I fell over G Frederick Lindop who was unfairly penalising Arthur Hughes for a double movement at the time. Now there was a referee who needed video assistance. Nevertheless, I saw some great games as a kid - can anyone remember the 41-0 against Rochdale Hornets when their full back slipped when kicking the ball upfield and ended up putting it between his own sticks, and the argument that ensued about whether we get points for an own goal? Or Billy Burgess streaking into the corner at Wilderspool to score a last minute winner? And do you remember that 15-5 victory over Leigh and Alex Murphy being attacked by a lass with scissors because he said he wouldn't get a haircut until Leigh's winning run ended? We had to make our own entertainment in those days.
I've played the greatest game at university and in Sydney, Australia. Not with what anyone would call brilliance, but good enough to stay on the team sheet, starting on the wing, working up to hooker and finally clinging onto a place in the second row at 41 years of age. Living the dream - if only it was in a red shirt. Tell you what, though, in my last year I scored a belter at the Erskineville Oval for the mighty Camperdown Dragons, you should have been there to see it. Right under the posts, with three blokes trying to stop me. It's a pity it was the only try I ever scored in what might loosely be called my playing career. My wife missed that moment of rugby league glory: she turned up five minutes later just in time to see me stiff-armed by an arsehole from Bondi Junction.
Nowadays, living in the soft south, I don't get to use my season ticket as often as I'd like, but it's always great to get to a game, and to meet up with the estimable supporters I've come to know over the decades, who are all as mad as a bum full of smarties. If I didn't get up here regularly, living in Surrey would twist me melon to buggery. My daughters are both Salford supporters, despite coming from RL bereft towns. Definitely in their genes. Sadly, both are now too big to be carried on anyone's shoulders to carry on the tradition, even if I did have a brother called Bernard.
My missus, who earns her crust as a London University professor, had a wonderful colleague (now retired), who happens to be the daughter of Willie Thomas, the captain of our great team in the days of the Northern Union. How good is that?
But that's enough about me. How are you?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 6:42:55 GMT
Look at us going upmarket, the last two new people one's wife a University professor and the other is an IT guru in that there London Village. We should open a new Souther branch, the Hoity-Toity Reds  |
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Post by bandgeekmafia78 on Jul 13, 2016 8:52:15 GMT
It makes a change from the usual ruffians like you @michiganred  |
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Post by vin on Jul 13, 2016 9:41:59 GMT
@michiganred Dunno about that - it's a bit difficult to be upmarket when you were born in Tally Town like I was. Mind you, I was at a barbecue last week and was given a salad containing quinoa and pomegranate, so I might not be as working class as I thought. Fortunately I was able to wash it down with Vimto.
So what's with your Michigan connection?
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 10:02:34 GMT
Married a girl from a place called Saginaw in Michigan, the coldest most beautiful (her parents were that far in the sticks you could the Northern Lights in the winter, though there was 6ft of snow and -20 temperatures) part of the world, why she wanted to live in Salford over a place like that I'll never know.
Oh wait it was sparkling wit and charm.
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Post by vin on Jul 13, 2016 15:58:44 GMT
Ah, a woman from an exotic location. Well, I can empathise with you there - my wife's from West Bromwich.
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Post by Deleted on Jul 13, 2016 16:56:57 GMT
It's actually a nice place (Saginaw not West Bromwich obviously  ) especially if you like the great outdoors, good golf courses and the bike/rock culture side of America - at the time right up my Straße. My ex father in law's friend has a Salford shirt and signed ball I took him once as a Christmas present, surreal experience being hammered on Christmas Eve in the bitter cold loads of people who didn't understand what RL was throwing the ball around outside, rather like watching Salford at the time sadly. |
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) especially if you like the great outdoors, good golf courses and the bike/rock culture side of America - at the time right up my Straße. My ex father in law's friend has a Salford shirt and signed ball I took him once as a Christmas present, surreal experience being hammered on Christmas Eve in the bitter cold loads of people who didn't understand what RL was throwing the ball around outside, rather like watching Salford at the time sadly.