Not famous, but one I've never forgotten. The scene - Trinity Road enclosure, mid 1980s. A freezing cold day, the second half of a crap match (goaless draw against Middlesbrough or suchlike). A little lad, about eight or nine years old, looking like he'd desperately prefer to be somewhere warmer, and less boring, turns to his father and says "How long to go, Dad?". An old bloke in the row behind, aged about 80, leans forward and says ruefully "About 70 f*cking years, son."
Quote from: Percy McCarthy on August 10, 2013, 02:22:04 PM'Come on you Villa boys' is what I shout on the rare occasions I am there for kick-off.I still yell that out religiously. Along with "Come on you Lions".
'Come on you Villa boys' is what I shout on the rare occasions I am there for kick-off.
Quote from: Leighton on August 10, 2013, 07:11:12 PMQuote from: Percy McCarthy on August 10, 2013, 02:22:04 PM'Come on you Villa boys' is what I shout on the rare occasions I am there for kick-off.I still yell that out religiously. Along with "Come on you Lions". It must be an "era" thing - my mate and I still shout exactly these two. And did yesterday against Malaga.
It was BFR to Deano I think when trying to sign him. "Do you want to sign for a club that is going to win lots of trophies, or do you want to play for me at the Villa?"
Isn't there one about Herbert Chapman taking Arsenal on a European Tour and complaining that wherever he went, people only wanted to talk about Aston Villa?