When dry it was far better to play with when it was in that condition. Wet....youd be as well kicking a brick
nostalgia in full flow.....feeling old!Especially if wearing back slip-on sannies
Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
Saving a certain goal with the inside of your thigh on a January morning...and still having the red rash and dimples on your leg on the Monday back at school and it feeling like a third degree burn, but you saved a certain goal.Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
I got a hand-me-down mouldy from my older brother in the 80s. When I was given it, it had been used that much, that it was perfectly smooth and just a few mm thick. Over time that smooth rubber had deteriorated and the surface layer went hard and lost its rubber grip/feel. It was slippy as hell.Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
One of these broke my nose when I was sliding in on someone who blasted it at point blank range into my face.Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
I just bought one of these on eBay over here a few months ago. Autographed by Pele and Maradonna.best football ever, was super light but solid... like a size 5 volleyball
Brilliant ball that. My first leather ball was the old “T” panelled ball with the leather lace that cut your forehead when headering!
Getting hit on the face with one and not just having the pain of being whacked, but also looking like you'd been attacked by a cat afterwards from being scratched by the loose patches.
The more fucked the ball was, the better it was for chipping the keeper it seemed.
Just about to post the same. Absolutely brutal when these patchy balls spun off your coupon.
Haha and when u got the new one “no playn oan concrete fs”. Just the grass pitches for like 3 hours then u thought %^*& it..... bit like when u got new trainersRipping patches off as they got worse until you had something barely resembling a ball left.
Then the pure joy of playing with a brand new ball.
Getting skelped in the face or thigh by one of those when it was cold and wet was a right bastard as well.
Nothing compares to the pain of a mitre mouldmaster clipping your ear on a winters morning, I’ve broke out in a sweat thinking about it.Ripping patches off as they got worse until you had something barely resembling a ball left.
Then the pure joy of playing with a brand new ball.
Getting skelped in the face or thigh by one of those when it was cold and wet was a right bastard as well.
OwCold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
With football boots that had nails piercing the soles.Brilliant ball that. My first leather ball was the old “T” panelled ball with the leather lace that cut your forehead when headering!
best football ever, was super light but solid... like a size 5 volleyball
Aaaahhhhhhh! The stuff of nightmares! It was tantamount to child abuse making you play with 1 of these. Especially in winter! Kids these days have no idea how lucky they are!Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
I had an orange one of these about 1985, it was truly a work of art, best ball I ever had, do I earn extra staunch points?best football ever, was super light but solid... like a size 5 volleyball
The bastard of all footballs.Seen this ball cause more injuries than any tackle.Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
They hurt like %^*& if they were skelped off you!Posh caants.
My ball was this plastic job, in orange.
Which was fine until it went over the wall, into a neighbours garden that had two terrier dugs who made light work of ripping it to bits.
Cold winters morning, skelped against your leg, red for two weeks.
One of these broke my nose when I was sliding in on someone who blasted it at point blank range into my face.
Early 70s got the orange or white one as part of xmas such as it was then. Xmas day thornwood school pitches kick about with pals, a few of us would get one. Memories not seen a one since then. Cheers made my day.Posh caants.
My ball was this plastic job, in orange.
Which was fine until it went over the wall, into a neighbours garden that had two terrier dugs who made light work of ripping it to bits.