Re: anyone got any stories
Tue Jun 07, 2011 7:27 pm
It was in the late 80's and we were playing the Jerks at the Vetch, can't remember if it was Welsh cup or whatever. At the time I was playing rugby for Pontypridd and a week before I had snapped a medial ligament in my knee playing against Aberavon. I was using under arm crutches to get around because I had a brace on my leg and had to keep my weight off it.
As many of the older ones will remember my football watching best mate at most game was Beefy Jenkins, who was confined to a wheelchair, mostly because he was usually pissed, but he did have mobility problems due to his brittle bone condition.
That wheel chair got us into more grounds clubs and pubs than I dare to own up to and was our passport to many a free entry in many venues.
Anyway, we had gone down in my car parked opposite the jail and somehow made it into the Vetch, him in his wheelchair and me on my crutches trying my best to push him as well, we looked a right f*cking pair of loonies.
All the City fans were in the double decker but me and Beefy were on the pitch side up in the corner near the tunnel, so when we left at the end we had to make our way back to the car from the opposite end to the City fans, as we were hobbling and pushing our way down the side street onto the main mumbles road, we could hear a big roar behind us and there were a good few hundred jacks tearing down towards us, Beefy was shitting it, but I told him to chill because I didn't think we were their target, not even the jacks could stoop that low, mind you there again a result is a result, nah, they were after bigger fish than us two and stormed passed us towards the Mumbles road to take on the mighty bluebirds, in their f*cking dreams.
Just as they were approaching the main road we could see them slowing down, and suddenly they turned in panic and came back up the road twice as fast as they'd gone down it, me and Beefy were in the middle of this plodding along and some of the Jerks who were still coming down the street were now meeting their fellow Jerks who were coming back up the street in panic.
The ones coming down were shouting "what's wrong, what's wrong" and the ones coming back up the street were shouting "turn back quick, it's that mad b*stard from Pontypridd" f*cking hilarious, me and Beefy put on a mini sprint to get down there to see who this legendary mad man from Ponty actually was, but by the time we got there we were just greeted with a couple of hundred of our usual suspects who were unaware that a few hundred Jerks had just done one escaping from PONTY man, I'd like to have thought they were referring to me as the mad man from Ponty because I was playing there at the time, but the truth is, they totally blanked me and I was cut to the quic with jealousy,lol.
And to this day, I still don't know who this mad man was, and how half of Swansea knew him, yet me and Beefy didn't.
Promise you its true, coz if I was going to make it up, it would have been better and me and Beefy would have done them all on our own.
As many of the older ones will remember my football watching best mate at most game was Beefy Jenkins, who was confined to a wheelchair, mostly because he was usually pissed, but he did have mobility problems due to his brittle bone condition.
That wheel chair got us into more grounds clubs and pubs than I dare to own up to and was our passport to many a free entry in many venues.
Anyway, we had gone down in my car parked opposite the jail and somehow made it into the Vetch, him in his wheelchair and me on my crutches trying my best to push him as well, we looked a right f*cking pair of loonies.
All the City fans were in the double decker but me and Beefy were on the pitch side up in the corner near the tunnel, so when we left at the end we had to make our way back to the car from the opposite end to the City fans, as we were hobbling and pushing our way down the side street onto the main mumbles road, we could hear a big roar behind us and there were a good few hundred jacks tearing down towards us, Beefy was shitting it, but I told him to chill because I didn't think we were their target, not even the jacks could stoop that low, mind you there again a result is a result, nah, they were after bigger fish than us two and stormed passed us towards the Mumbles road to take on the mighty bluebirds, in their f*cking dreams.
Just as they were approaching the main road we could see them slowing down, and suddenly they turned in panic and came back up the road twice as fast as they'd gone down it, me and Beefy were in the middle of this plodding along and some of the Jerks who were still coming down the street were now meeting their fellow Jerks who were coming back up the street in panic.
The ones coming down were shouting "what's wrong, what's wrong" and the ones coming back up the street were shouting "turn back quick, it's that mad b*stard from Pontypridd" f*cking hilarious, me and Beefy put on a mini sprint to get down there to see who this legendary mad man from Ponty actually was, but by the time we got there we were just greeted with a couple of hundred of our usual suspects who were unaware that a few hundred Jerks had just done one escaping from PONTY man, I'd like to have thought they were referring to me as the mad man from Ponty because I was playing there at the time, but the truth is, they totally blanked me and I was cut to the quic with jealousy,lol.
And to this day, I still don't know who this mad man was, and how half of Swansea knew him, yet me and Beefy didn't.
Promise you its true, coz if I was going to make it up, it would have been better and me and Beefy would have done them all on our own.