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Thought it was a very poor decision. The only players blocking Hart's line of sight were the Man City players. Can't understand why the ref went to confer with the assistant ref as the assistant ref couldn't see who was blocking who from his position.

Mags My great, great grandfather was born in County Cork in 1821. Went over to Cork City and Cobh last year, really beautiful, fully intend to go back. Welcome to the site.

I thought the 'Jokes' thread was in Misc Stuff?

Andy Carroll and any two others.

When I click on the 'back' arrow it throws me out also.

Went to help a poor old man who had fallen on the ice. At least I think he was poor, his wallet was empty.

I get this problem regularly. When I select TT via Google it comes up probably 6 out of 10 times. The annoying thing is you can't exit it and return to TT. You have to go back to Google and select TT again.

They call Ashley Young a diver but Sterling has got it off to a fine art. He must practise it for hours in training. If a butterfly landed on his shoulder he'd dive.

If the Home Internationals were resurrected then Scotland would come third. Is that any good!?

Paid for the wife and her mother to go to Paris for a week. Shows how much I hate the bloody French!

The reason defending has deteriorated is that tackling is being taken out of the game. Platini of UEFA has even stated that this is his objective. You only have to see some of the pathetic decisions from referees who seem to think its a foul every time a player falls over. Dixie Dean scored his 60 goals when tackling bordered on the GBH.

MikeO Sorry this is 'off topic' but my great grandfather, born 1861, was a book-binder. He worked for a company called Rockliffe Printers and the interesting thing is that they are still going, based in Long Lane, Liverpool. He had several sons and grandsons who also worked for Rockliffe's, including my grandfather. My great grandfather never made Wikipedia though!

Being new to Toffeetalk one of the things that surprised me was reading some elements of criticism directed at Bill Kenwright. I mentioned in my introduction post that I also supported Leeds United. Leeds had Ken Bates to put up with, now that is something to grumble about. I don't know the in's and out's of Kenwrights tenure but it seems to me that Everton were, for several seasons 'punching above their weight' and hanging in there. Now, they have one of the best teams in the Premiership. Some of this must surely be down to the stewardship of Bill Kenwright? It would be nice to have a multi-billionaire to come in and compete with the Man Cities and Chelsea's of this world, but be careful what you wish for, just look at this guy Tan at Cardiff. Would we want to play in red! Maybe I am missing something?

In 1963 I played for Yorkshire Amateur (based in Leeds). We were drawn at home in the first round of the old Amateur Cup against Eastwood Town. The game was postponed for eight consecutive weeks (there was a foot of snow on the pitch and it froze solid) and finally, the FA ordered us to play on a neutral ground. We played on Nottingham Forests ground, under lights, a novelty then. We won, and our 'prize' was an away game at Eastbourne in the next round! For those not good at geography, nearly a six hundred mile round trip. We drew and won the replay. We were then drawn away to Walthamstow Avenue in London in the last 16 but lost. Walthamstow were one of the top amateur teams at the time and had seven amateur internationals playing that day. Had a nice week-end in London though! That year there was no football played anywhere in England for several weeks.

Qatar are a very rich country which is why they got it. England will never get it under the current FIFA regime, because we don't have a stock of brown envelopes.

These posts reminded me. When we were first married, we had been saving up for a fridge. When we could finally afford it it was delivered in February of 1963, one of the coldest winters on record. On the first night that we had the fridge it was warmer inside the fridge than it was in the rest of the house! True.

Guy bought a new Porsche. He wanted to boast so he put an entry on Facebook. 'Can't wait for the new 911'. In the next 24 hours he had 40,000 new Muslim friends.

Pat found a pen. He said to Mick 'is this yours'. Mick took the pen and wrote on a piece of paper, then said 'yes its mine'. Pat said 'how do you know its yours?' Mick said 'its my handwriting'.

Mike I can relate to your feelings regarding the part that Toffeetalk played in giving you strength. I have a heart problem (not drastically serious) but had a bad spell for two months during last summer. I am active on two sites, including this one, and even though I was pretty low, the involvement in the sites picked me up no end. I know that everyone on this site, whether they know you or not, are with you all the way. I do know a few people who have had similar problems to yourself and they have all come through it OK. Wishing you all the best and confident that you can beat this. Very best regards John

Welcome Rich I once visited Roanoke in West Virginia (on business) in about 1983. Nice part of the world. You will enjoy this site, very friendly, funny and quality posts about footie. Edit Sorry, Roanoke was 1978. 1983 was Houston!

ManU once the Goliath of English football, then David came along.

There were about ten in our gang, aged between ten and fifteen. It was decided that we would have a day out. Sunday was the best day and Formby was selected for the destination. I was ten and my brother eleven and our parents were not keen on us going but finally relented. We packed a rucksack with sandwiches and a bottle of ice cream soda and set off. Bus to Orrell Park station, then the electric train to Formby. A long walk to the pine tree woods and sand dunes. We spent a lot of time in the sand dunes playing army type games, then someone suggested going out to the sea to see if we could catch some crabs. The sea was quite a way out and we walked some three or four hundred yards to get there. It was quite shallow and warm and there was lots to keep us interested. After about half an hour we heard some shouting and we saw two men waving for us to come back. We then saw that we had been cut-off by the tide. We raced to the edge of the water and saw that we were about 20 yards from safety. The older boys told us all to link arms with the youngest in the middle and we set off through the water. The current was very strong and the water was waist deep. I remember trying to get a grip in the sand with my toes but the water just took the sand away. I couldn't swim and was nervous of water and was not happy with the situation. (I even get a cold sweat now when I think about it). Fortunately, we made it to safety and the two men gave us a lecture on the dangers of the tides. We had to dry our clothes which fortunately didn't take too long as it was a very hot day. We had our sandwiches and pop and then one of the older boys said he knew a spot in the woods where the army trained, so we followed him. It was in a valley about 100 yards long. At one end there were target areas made out of logs and at the other end a sand bank where the soldiers fired from. The lad who took us there instructed us to dig in the sand in the bank. After about ten minutes we had uncovered about eight or ten rounds of live .303 ammunition. (These were used in the rifles of the day and also Bren guns.) The lad told us that he had six rounds hidden at home which he had found on a previous visit. He suggested that we return home and he would get a hacksaw to get all the gunpowder from the rounds and make a bomb. Everyone thought that this was a great idea. When we got back to Liverpool we congregated at the brick air-raid shelter which was at the junction of Scarisbrick Road and Jerningham Road. The lad went away and came back with a hacksaw, all the .303 rounds, a tobacco tin, a length of tape (the fuse) and some matches. After a while, all the rounds had been cut open and the powder put in the tobacco tin. A hole had been made in the tobacco tin and the tape (fuse) was fed through the hole. The tape was lit and we all ran for our lives. Nothing happened. This was tried several times with no success, then we ran out of matches. The older boys' tipped the powder down the nearest drain and disappointed that we hadn't blown up half the neighbourhood we went home for tea. As we walked in the door Mum said 'did you have a nice day out' we just said 'yes'. Some years ago when Mum was about eighty five I told her the true story of our 'nice day out' - but she didn't believe me!

Mourinho, Martinez, Wenger, Rodgers and Moyes were in the pub. Mourinho got the first round, five Portuguese beers. Martinez got the second round, five San Miguels. Wenger got the third round, five red wines. Rodgers got the fouth round, four pints of bitter. Moyes said 'where's mine' Martinez said 'this is the fourth round and you're not in it'.

Louis What a fabulous photo of Dixie Dean. I think you should hang it in the hall so you see it every time you go out and every time you come in!

Blue 250 I played in the 1950's, 60's and early 70's. No one dived, if anyone had done even their own team mates (and the ref's) would have laughed at them.