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My first football memory I think is watching some of the Man City v Spurs cup final where I remember my Dad getting a bit excited when Ricky Villa scored that goal where he beat a few defenders then after that it was Espana 82 where the main memory is playing football in the 'Rec' than getting called in for our tea and sitting down to watch a game.* The England v France game sticks out for some reason but the rest is sketchy even though I remember them when seeing them as 'clips'. We were all Zico, Socrates and loved Brazil but thought of the likes of Rummenigge and Rossi as clinical masters of their art. Mexico 86 I remember crystal clear and alongside Italia 90 these 3 World cups are head and shoulders above the rest for me. The very first game I watched 'live' was some kind of testimonial/friendly game between Liverpool v Man U at Windsor Park. Me and my Dad were neutrals although I cheered on Liverpool for the sake of my uncle and cousins who were Liverpool fans, My Granda was a Glens fan who went to the odd Rangers game when he was younger. Anyway, remember celebrating when Liverpool went (I think) 2-0 up only for Man U to come back and get a winner as we were leaving, this was about a week before the 83-84 season and the likes of Dalglish, Souness, Rush etc would've been playing and Robson, Whiteside etc for Man U. What the game showed me was that terraces and celebrating goals etc was definitely for me and I'd already been hankering at my Dad to take me to a game but he wasn't that arsed on football despite going to the odd game as a bairn when we won cups, (he basically had itchy feet and joined the army for 12 years as his first choice the RN knocked him back as his education was wagging school, hitch hiking to London, playing in parks etc). Anyway, a week or two after my first live game in Belfast we were back home and played Shrewsbury a week or so after beating Leeds at Elland Road in the 1st game of the season. Obviously, I hadn't heard of Shrewsbury and obviously we got beat, (0-1). The crowd got agitated near the end and sung 'Imre' to the tune of 'here we go' as we weren't happy we'd sold Varadi. This was the only game I got to see KK in the flesh as a player as it was heaving in the Gallowgate and my old man worried about me getting squashed, (it didn't bother me at all!) Seeing the green grass as I climbed to the top of the concrete gallowgate steps either side of the grass banks and passing the concrete wall with 'Toilet' helpfully written on it by the club, I fell in love going to the match, hearing the craic of the older blokes, smelling the beer on their breaths and the hops wafting over from one of my future employers, Newcastle Breweries, the farting, the laughter, the 'dorty bastaad' comments and suchlike, an absolute mile away from being at todays games. When you think about it, I'm as far away from those days now as my Dad would've been from the days of Milburn but I'd imagine the period of the early 80s being more similar to my Dad's day than to todays experience. *The other time we'd eventually finish playing was when the walking zombies known as the 'glueys' would gather in the rec to sniff their bags of glue.

it's taken a couple of months but tdan is starting to crack. Good work everyone Aaron Hughes starting for the Brits

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We'll all be watching the live rendition soon enough.

No they don’t. They need to do much much better next time. They lost the last election, remember? Labour need to start making noise about Brexit very soon or they’ll be complicit in the destruction of our economy/society.

See, even then, a young future pimms drinking shithouse was noting the fundamental flaws in the film and memorising them for the yet to be invented medium of internet forums where he would dissect those flaws in front of a captivated audience of philistines who just would not see the inherent moodmusic of the marvel films by comparison.