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And the Knowetop End before the bulldozers moved in.

A draw would have done, as long as Killie didn't score 3 or more, but we were 1-0 up at half-time and when the tannoy announcer informed us that Killie were 5-0 up that was the Jambos doomed to another season in Div-1 and boy did we rub it in

what's the avatar mate ?

If I didn't cut my grass for 7 weeks at this time of year it'd be a foot high plus wynd yr neck in guys, and Mr Arthur to join the mile high club does not mean having a shufle while looking at yer fav football ground from 25,000 feet

we've all put on a few zilloteez since Katowice mate

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At least the at the 3-0 they vented their anger on OB. At the 1-0 game we came out into Gorgie Road to be faced by a mass of maroon and white sporting bampots held back by less than a dozen OB. I remember coming out aside Fatcalf and his very loud mohair jumper. We stepped into the road to taunt the Gorgie hordes and next thing I remember is holding off some crazed Jambo skinheads with a butcher's cleaver in my hand

Sorry mate, I thought Mr B had that mixed up with 3-0 on 30th Jan 82 at Swynecastle

Wallace Mercer was owner of the Jamboscum and under pressure to return the Buns of the East back to the top flight. We were humping them at Swynecastle and The Gorgie hordes in their shed decided to go mental. Old Bill were chased out and Mercer went round to calm things down ..... didn't really work.

Which one is you ? Only kidding mate

Some great pics Dave. You must have compiled quite a stash

Still cannot believe we employed that Bun Baw-Bag Wallace

Div-1 game of the day too. Wallet Mercer had to go round and try to calm the Gorgie down at half-time. They were going mental. For those of you that enjoy a trip to Edinburgh to watch the 'Well. Up the triangle, few pints in the Diggers or wherever .... never used to be like that. Sport a claret and amber scarf in Gorgie in the 70's/80's and you were lucky to come home bruise free. A big bugger off butcher's cleaver, steel toe-cap docs, a back door and my ability to scale a 10 feet wall saved me from a right kicking after that game then.

Harry Harry oh Harry Harry oh Harry Harry oh Harry Hood Stewart Rennie or is it Madam Medusa Look at the Shed thou magnificant !

A bumper goals and points tally, and a last game of the season win at Swynecastle which kept the Jambos down in Div-1 followed by much post game entertainment in Gorgie Road ................ then I started my 1st job in Edinburgh, 1/2 a mile from Swynecastle just 2 weeks later. P.o.N. Davie Hay was Motherwell first RC manager.

Difficult to separate one from the other in terms of what was best or otherwise. Katowice meant the world as it was our 1st, even though the bus trip was "different" and we only saw the last 10mins. Dortmund was awesome in that it was a bumper big team draw, we outplayed them and after the logistical nightmare than was HB Torshavn was within pre-easyjet reach. While Nancy had me in tears .... that march to the ground will live with me till my last breath.

I ran a bus from JD's and both my parents came along. My father had always spoken about the '52 cup run:- How he had to sit on the pitch the night of the Rangers replay (36,000 my arse he used to say), and the exodus from Shotts for the Final. He was the 1st person I looked for when I got back on the bus after the game. "Well dad, was that better than the '52 cup-final ?" I said. "Of course it was son, and don't you forget it", he replied. Both our eyes filled up as we gave each other a knowing glance and a wink, as I thought back to those days in the mid 60's when he used to sit me on his knee in the main stand. Cancer took my father in 1998. There never passes a day that I don't think fondly of the man, and I will never forget him ....... nor those 2 amazing days in May 1991.

Chill guys we all know the score here, it's nothing new and is not the Mods to blame.

what did I do wrong ?

What about pitch ?

Felt like 5

5-0 humping last time they visited FP

Me too. I think it's a belter, but with really really really long shorts.