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  1. Thought that might have been the night Lol Morgan lost his job and then went onto the terraces to watch the game against Derby which I think we lost 4-2. Miserable night of cold and rain if I remember right, however that would have been 1969.
  2. Have just found Agenda Documents for NCFC Annual General Meetings (at the Royal Hotel) from 1949 to 1966 (1952 is the only year missing) if that helps in any way. The docs include full lists of all Directors plus other posts inc Manager etc. Also includes full Balance Sheet & Revenue Sheet for all those individual years. Amongst other things I found some Pink Uns and Evening News Papers from that era as well. These, plus Programmes etc were handed to me by a shareholder about 50 years ago when I was a kid so have been stored and carted around many house moves since.
  3. Sad news indeed. Loved it when he played. Blessed in them there days with Charlie and Kenny. Will spend the rest of the day feeling old.....
  4. Was also at that game. Got there late and so was on the concrete steps leading up the side of the overflowing River End terrace. Had to keep moving around and jumping up and down to see the players. Swept away by the tide of supporters at the end. One of those where you thought "I could lift my feet up and still get carried along" type crushes that happened in them there days.
  5. Can add Husband to the "out" column as well I would have thought.
  6. Was attempted in the Snakepit many years ago. After about 10 minutes of drumming a bloke wandered up the back, grabbed the drum sticks and threw them onto the pitch to the biggest cheer of the day. Nobody has tried it since.
  7. The person who started all this off was asked if he wanted to move seats and refused.....apparently. FFS if you want to sit all game go in another part of the ground. Sheff Wed fans will stand all game. Went to meeting with Doomcaster about this issue bitd and he clearly stated that we should sit for a continuous 5 mins each half to satisfy the Regs, and allow for photographs to be taken as proof, then stand for the rest of the time providing there were no complaints to stewards.
  8. Out - now though not at end of season as new man needs games to see what he has inherited and build his own team during the summer and pre-season. Anything else and we''ll have years in the Championship, gates falling etc etc. Have been going since the mid 60s but had enough now if no action from the Board.
  9. It was Charlton match when Ray Crawford (ex scummer) played up after being fouled. We drew 1-1 McDonnell (reserve striker) got ours. Think I can even remember the gate....14,000. Rum ole days.
  10. Don''t want to go in home end but will as last resort.  Thanks.
  11. On of my favourite players of the era.  Always gave 100% and much loved by the Carrow Road faithful of the time.  Good close up of Terry at 3.40mins (ish) in the attached clip from our first ever game in the top flight.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yWuAJn0KJdYNote a certain Joe Royle scored the equaliser.Remember it as if yesterday, plus his goal at Ipshit on the Tuesday night when we won 2-1.  Then came back to earth at Maine Road on the Saturday.
  12. I think there is a difference between being a nasty snide sort of player who plays normally for 89 mins and then trips/elbows/headbutts someone as opposed to the Trevor Hockey/Duncan Forbes type who were just hard but straight forward in what they did.  Joey Barton (nasty when the moment takes him) against Nobby Stiles/Chopper Harris/Norman Hunter types who were hard for 90 mins but you knew what you were getting.
  13. Trevor Hockey.  I''ll copy my tribute to him here again which followed some correspondence with his family and friends on another website some years ago: Lest We Forget Trevor Hockey (born May 1, 1943 in Keighley, Yorkshire – April 2, 1987) Trevor has always been my favourite Norwich City player even though he was only with us from his first appearance on 24th February 1973 to his last on 28th April the same year.  Yes, only 13 appearances and only 9 points won but those 9 points kept us in the top division when all seemed lost before he arrived. While I will never forget how fortunate we were to have Martin Peters playing for little old Norwich, Martin and others who joined during a golden era (Super Mac & Phil Boyer et al) were all known quantities.   We hoped and expected a level of performance from them but with “the bearded one” we were not too sure what to expect.  Was it a panic buy?  Could this firey and ferocious ex Blade add anything to aid City’s plight at the bottom of the league?  We would soon know the answer.  Having moved out of the Barclay at the start of the 1973/74 season, to join a growing band of lads standing in the middle of the old South Stand, I would surge forward to greet the players running onto the pitch at the start of the game.  Trevor would come charging out of the City Stand and raise both fists to us in a gesture meaning “if we’re going down then let’s go down fighting”. With his leadership, tough tackling, and endless energy, he was a thorn in the side of every team we played.  No opposition player was safe on the ball with Trevor snapping at his heels.  Looking back I guess you could describe him as a smaller version of a Vinnie Jones sort of player.  Surprisingly talented for somebody so committed to the cause.  It’s when I now see players with more height, weight, and skill (such as Dickson Etuwho) wasting their talent by hiding and taking it easy during a game that I realise just how special Trevor was.  He was not graced with silky skills, but could pass to a yellow shirt (more than our current crop of midfielders) and had a dynamo for a heart and pistons for legs. He charged around the pitch driving his teammates forward.  He never gave up on a lost cause and set an example to everyone around him.  A manager’s dream.  He would bark encouragement to his fellow team mates throughout a game. Needless to say he became an instand cult hero.  His short but stocky stature with his shock of long thick black hair (with headband), plus the bushy beard, made him a fearful sight for any opposition player.  Many of them moved the ball on in haste when Trevor came biting at their legs.  He looked like a pirate but played a controlled Captain’s role in steering City clear of the rocks of relegation.  Indeed, allowing for our far inferier goal difference, we were just one point ahead of Palarse and West Brom at the end of the season following our dramatic 2-1 win at Carrow Road (against Palarse) for Trevor’s penultimate game in a city shirt, but his last in front of nearly 37,000 adoring fans that night. His professional career spanned 16 years, seven clubs and almost 600 appearances. Born in Keighley, Trevor turned professional with Bradford City in May 1960. He left Valley Parade for Nottingham Forest in November 1961 but after just two years at the City Ground, he was on the move again, this time to Newcastle United where he collected a Second Division winners medal in 1965. Now transformed from a winger into a central midfielder, Trevor joined Birmingham City in November 1965 in a £25,000 deal.  He went on to make 231 appearances for the Blues scoring 13 goals.  He was also the club captain when he was transferred to Sheffield United for £40,000 in January 1971.  He made his debut in a 2-1 away victory against Oxford United and, following instructions "to battle, to win the ball, and give it to Currie" he instantly became a Bramall Lane cult figure on the pitch with his beatle-style haircut, beard and tough tackling. He played a large part in ensuring that United were promoted that year, including scoring the first goal in a 2-0 win, against Millwall on April 13, while sitting down after colliding with the goalkeeper.  His United career virtually ended with a broken leg against Manchester City on February 12, 1972.   Struggling to regain his place in the first team, he made his final appearance on December 30 before Norwich City secured his services in February 1973, swapping him for Scottish striker Jim Bone.  However, after just six months with The Canaries, Trevor was back playing his football in Birmingham, this time for Aston Villa.  After just a year at Villa Park he was on the move again, this time returning to his first club Bradford City. In March 1976 Trevor became player-manager at Athlone Town before taking his footballing talents across the pond and a spell with San Diego Jaws in the North American Soccer League. Trevor returned to England the following year and took on the managers role at non-league Stalybridge Celtic before another spell in the States as coach with both San Jose Earthquakes and Los Angeles Quicksilvers. In a distinguished career Trevor won 9 international caps for Wales. He died of a heart attack shortly after taking part in a five-a-side tournament in Keighley on 2nd April 1987, aged 43.  What a waste. God rest your soul dear Trevor.   Rest in peace.  Oh, and thanks mate. PS.   Wouldn’t mind betting those angels get rid of the ball a bit sharpish if you’re still playing!
  14. Presume LDC is another Inner who doesn''t actually travel away to watch the awful performances under the current manager.  A win against WBA (who are also fighting for their lives so not a given) and a point from the other 6 games may well be enough to keep us in this league but for those who actually go and watch the games live it''s been an appalling two years of negative football with probably the best squad we''ve had in our history and one that will be even better come the start of next season whoever the manager is. 
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