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Sir Alex Ferguson, in retirement, has taken up flower arranging. He has designed a display which he calls 'Manchester United' and it goes right in the middle of the table.

Sir Alex Ferguson, in retirement, has taken up flower arranging. He has designed a display which he calls 'Manchester United' and it goes right in the middle of the table.

The biggest mistake Moyes made was not to keep Meulensteen. He was Fergies right hand man and would have provided continuity which is key for the players. His second mistake was to buy Fellaini who is not a ManU type player. He was never going to get Fellaini plus Baines and he ended up with the wrong one.

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The most unpopular supporter in the Leagues is the Bournemouth and Boscombe Athletic FC supporter who started the chant 'give us a B'.

When you are nearer 80 years old than 70, memories are one of the few pleasures you have left (other than women, drink, sky-diving, tombstoning etc) so I hope you will humour me by reading this true story.
In about 1949, I would be 13, I was an avid supporter of Everton. Along with my brother who was a year older we never missed a home game at Goodison. We had an Uncle, our mother's brother, who used to visit us as our Dad worked away a lot. Our Uncle Charlie was very good at giving advice and we used to hang on his every word. One visit he asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up. We immediately said 'play for Everton'. He thought for a few minutes and then said 'if you want anything in this life it wont fall into your lap, you have to go out and grab it'. 'What you need to do' he went on, 'is go to Everton and ask for a trial. If they say NO then tell them you're going to Liverpool, they will then be worried about losing out to Liverpool and offer you a trial'. The following Sunday me and my brother went down to Goodison Park and behind the main stand we found a door open. We went up several flights of stairs and came to a window with 'Enquiries' written on. There was a bell which we pressed and after a few moments a woman opened the window and asked what we wanted. We said we'd come for a trial. She said 'wait here' and went away. A short time later she came back and asked our age. My brother who was 14 said '15' so I added a year to my age and said '14'. She disappeared again and eventually returned and said 'come back when you're 18'. The window closed and disappointed, we trudged down the stairs. Halfway down we remembered Uncle Charlie's advice and shouted 'We're going to Liverpool'. We shouted it about three times but no one responded. We were most disappointed in Uncle Charlie as his advice was usually so good and on his next visit we told him the tale. He had a good laugh (which puzzled me) but he gave us a shilling each which eased the pain.
We never did go back for our trial as at eighteen we were both doing our National Service. My brother was in Hong Kong and I was in Malaya.

I spotted a headline which said 'England's No.1 diver 'comes out' as Gay. Was it Ashley Young?

When you are nearer 80 years old than 70, memories are one of the few pleasures you have left (other than women, drink, sky-diving, tombstoning etc) so I hope you will humour me by reading this true story.
In about 1949, I would be 13, I was an avid supporter of Everton. Along with my brother who was a year older we never missed a home game at Goodison. We had an Uncle, our mother's brother, who used to visit us as our Dad worked away a lot. Our Uncle Charlie was very good at giving advice and we used to hang on his every word. One visit he asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up. We immediately said 'play for Everton'. He thought for a few minutes and then said 'if you want anything in this life it wont fall into your lap, you have to go out and grab it'. 'What you need to do' he went on, 'is go to Everton and ask for a trial. If they say NO then tell them you're going to Liverpool, they will then be worried about losing out to Liverpool and offer you a trial'. The following Sunday me and my brother went down to Goodison Park and behind the main stand we found a door open. We went up several flights of stairs and came to a window with 'Enquiries' written on. There was a bell which we pressed and after a few moments a woman opened the window and asked what we wanted. We said we'd come for a trial. She said 'wait here' and went away. A short time later she came back and asked our age. My brother who was 14 said '15' so I added a year to my age and said '14'. She disappeared again and eventually returned and said 'come back when you're 18'. The window closed and disappointed, we trudged down the stairs. Halfway down we remembered Uncle Charlie's advice and shouted 'We're going to Liverpool'. We shouted it about three times but no one responded. We were most disappointed in Uncle Charlie as his advice was usually so good and on his next visit we told him the tale. He had a good laugh (which puzzled me) but he gave us a shilling each which eased the pain.
We never did go back for our trial as at eighteen we were both doing our National Service. My brother was in Hong Kong and I was in Malaya.

When you are nearer 80 years old than 70, memories are one of the few pleasures you have left (other than women, drink, sky-diving, tombstoning etc) so I hope you will humour me by reading this true story.
In about 1949, I would be 13, I was an avid supporter of Everton. Along with my brother who was a year older we never missed a home game at Goodison. We had an Uncle, our mother's brother, who used to visit us as our Dad worked away a lot. Our Uncle Charlie was very good at giving advice and we used to hang on his every word. One visit he asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up. We immediately said 'play for Everton'. He thought for a few minutes and then said 'if you want anything in this life it wont fall into your lap, you have to go out and grab it'. 'What you need to do' he went on, 'is go to Everton and ask for a trial. If they say NO then tell them you're going to Liverpool, they will then be worried about losing out to Liverpool and offer you a trial'. The following Sunday me and my brother went down to Goodison Park and behind the main stand we found a door open. We went up several flights of stairs and came to a window with 'Enquiries' written on. There was a bell which we pressed and after a few moments a woman opened the window and asked what we wanted. We said we'd come for a trial. She said 'wait here' and went away. A short time later she came back and asked our age. My brother who was 14 said '15' so I added a year to my age and said '14'. She disappeared again and eventually returned and said 'come back when you're 18'. The window closed and disappointed, we trudged down the stairs. Halfway down we remembered Uncle Charlie's advice and shouted 'We're going to Liverpool'. We shouted it about three times but no one responded. We were most disappointed in Uncle Charlie as his advice was usually so good and on his next visit we told him the tale. He had a good laugh (which puzzled me) but he gave us a shilling each which eased the pain.
We never did go back for our trial as at eighteen we were both doing our National Service. My brother was in Hong Kong and I was in Malaya.

When you are nearer 80 years old than 70, memories are one of the few pleasures you have left (other than women, drink, sky-diving, tombstoning etc) so I hope you will humour me by reading this true story.
In about 1949, I would be 13, I was an avid supporter of Everton. Along with my brother who was a year older we never missed a home game at Goodison. We had an Uncle, our mother's brother, who used to visit us as our Dad worked away a lot. Our Uncle Charlie was very good at giving advice and we used to hang on his every word. One visit he asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up. We immediately said 'play for Everton'. He thought for a few minutes and then said 'if you want anything in this life it wont fall into your lap, you have to go out and grab it'. 'What you need to do' he went on, 'is go to Everton and ask for a trial. If they say NO then tell them you're going to Liverpool, they will then be worried about losing out to Liverpool and offer you a trial'. The following Sunday me and my brother went down to Goodison Park and behind the main stand we found a door open. We went up several flights of stairs and came to a window with 'Enquiries' written on. There was a bell which we pressed and after a few moments a woman opened the window and asked what we wanted. We said we'd come for a trial. She said 'wait here' and went away. A short time later she came back and asked our age. My brother who was 14 said '15' so I added a year to my age and said '14'. She disappeared again and eventually returned and said 'come back when you're 18'. The window closed and disappointed, we trudged down the stairs. Halfway down we remembered Uncle Charlie's advice and shouted 'We're going to Liverpool'. We shouted it about three times but no one responded. We were most disappointed in Uncle Charlie as his advice was usually so good and on his next visit we told him the tale. He had a good laugh (which puzzled me) but he gave us a shilling each which eased the pain.
We never did go back for our trial as at eighteen we were both doing our National Service. My brother was in Hong Kong and I was in Malaya.

When you are nearer 80 years old than 70, memories are one of the few pleasures you have left (other than women, drink, sky-diving, tombstoning etc) so I hope you will humour me by reading this true story.
In about 1949, I would be 13, I was an avid supporter of Everton. Along with my brother who was a year older we never missed a home game at Goodison. We had an Uncle, our mother's brother, who used to visit us as our Dad worked away a lot. Our Uncle Charlie was very good at giving advice and we used to hang on his every word. One visit he asked us what we wanted to do when we grew up. We immediately said 'play for Everton'. He thought for a few minutes and then said 'if you want anything in this life it wont fall into your lap, you have to go out and grab it'. 'What you need to do' he went on, 'is go to Everton and ask for a trial. If they say NO then tell them you're going to Liverpool, they will then be worried about losing out to Liverpool and offer you a trial'. The following Sunday me and my brother went down to Goodison Park and behind the main stand we found a door open. We went up several flights of stairs and came to a window with 'Enquiries' written on. There was a bell which we pressed and after a few moments a woman opened the window and asked what we wanted. We said we'd come for a trial. She said 'wait here' and went away. A short time later she came back and asked our age. My brother who was 14 said '15' so I added a year to my age and said '14'. She disappeared again and eventually returned and said 'come back when you're 18'. The window closed and disappointed, we trudged down the stairs. Halfway down we remembered Uncle Charlie's advice and shouted 'We're going to Liverpool'. We shouted it about three times but no one responded. We were most disappointed in Uncle Charlie as his advice was usually so good and on his next visit we told him the tale. He had a good laugh (which puzzled me) but he gave us a shilling each which eased the pain.
We never did go back for our trial as at eighteen we were both doing our National Service. My brother was in Hong Kong and I was in Malaya.

A sign of the times is that elderly people have to continue working. This old fella went for an interview.
 
HUMAN RESOURCE PERSON: What do you think is your main weakness?
 
OLD FELLA: Honesty.
 
HR PERSON: Honesty! I don't think that's a weakness.
 
OLD FELLA: I don't give a shit what you think.

Saw my first game at Goodison Park (v Liverpool) in the first season after the war. Was at Goodison (in the boys' pen) 1948/49 when Everton had their record crowd, over 78,000 also v Liverpool. Used to live on Walton Hall Avenue but moved to Leeds in 1951 when I was 15. Now live in Berkshire but still support Everton (as does my grandson Charlie who lives in Nottingham). I must also admit to supporting Leeds but only because I played for Leeds United Juniors for two seasons before doing my National Service in Singapore and Malaya. I think the current Everton side is the best for many years and can seriously compete with the supposed 'big clubs'. None bigger than Everton in my view.
I can still remember the players when I watched in the 1940's:
Sagar, Greenhalgh, Dugdale, Farrell, Tommy Jones, Lello, Corr, Wainwright, Dodds, Stevenson, Eglington, Boyes, Powell, Grant, Fielding. plus many I have forgotten.
 

Saw my first game at Goodison Park (v Liverpool) in the first season after the war. Was at Goodison (in the boys' pen) 1948/49 when Everton had their record crowd, over 78,000 also v Liverpool. Used to live on Walton Hall Avenue but moved to Leeds in 1951 when I was 15. Now live in Berkshire but still support Everton (as does my grandson Charlie who lives in Nottingham). I must also admit to supporting Leeds but only because I played for Leeds United Juniors for two seasons before doing my National Service in Singapore and Malaya. I think the current Everton side is the best for many years and can seriously compete with the supposed 'big clubs'. None bigger than Everton in my view.
I can still remember the players when I watched in the 1940's:
Sagar, Greenhalgh, Dugdale, Farrell, Tommy Jones, Lello, Corr, Wainwright, Dodds, Stevenson, Eglington, Boyes, Powell, Grant, Fielding. plus many I have forgotten.