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I've never heard of Foul magazine, nor can I find anything about it online. Do you know how long it ran for?
I've never heard of Foul magazine, nor can I find anything about it online. Do you know how long it ran for?
Really? Brighton's attendances now are getting for treble what they were then (10,864 in 73/74) - not many signs of people getting priced out down here
I've never heard of Foul magazine, nor can I find anything about it online. Do you know how long it ran for?
According to Wikipedia it ran from 1972 to 1976. It was pretty widely available - it occasionally used to be sold outside the Goldstone on match days. I had loads of copies, wish I hadn't thrown out all my issues.
According to this article, it's one of the 10 most influential British magazines of all time
http://www.inpublishing.co.uk/kb/articles/the_ten_most_influential_madeinbritain_magazines.aspx
Looking back on it, there's an air of casual sexism that wouldn't be acceptable today - a cartoon strip of women footballers has one leaving the field with a broken bra strap, while another has nails that are too long.
Its main theme was that dirty play was killing football (hence the title). The writers also bemoaned the lack of attractive football (Don Revie was a big bogeyman for the mag) and plotted the decline in attendances. All three of these issues were dealt with so Foul in its original form would be irrelevant today.
It also ran some pieces critical of the way that clubs were run and were less scared about naming players - there's a hatchet job on Peter Osgood that would have had libel lawyers trembling. Could be the reason it didn't last so long
Some of the writers went on to bigger and better things: Stan Hey and Andrew Nickolds wrote for TV; Chris Lightbown joined the Sunday Times and Steve Tongue is now with the Independent. It was fun while it lasted
For us growing up in the 70's, that was all we knew. Open terraces, crash barriers, bodies pressed tightly together ( steady! ) The proximity of body odour, the surging back and forth, a sort of dangerous excitement. It was an initiation. We all went through it. Some went looking for trouble, most tried to avoid it. Trouble was lurking round every corner. Sometimes it would find you when you least expected it.
Not many families went to football. A father might take his son but mums rarely went. As schoolboys, we would ' bunk off ' to watch big games in London. Crowds of 50-60,000 commonplace. Seething, surging, swaying. Feet off the ground, carried like a bottle on the tide. Scared and excited in equal measure. Camaraderie amongst mates. Stick together, look out for each other, don't get seperated. Hot sweat, cold sweat and brown pants sometimes.
Girls avoided it. Too macho, too ugly, too violent.
So now, as I sit in my padded seat at the Amex I think ....' would I want to go back to those days...no. Am I glad I grew up then and experienced it...yes. But, if I could go back just once, for a little peek....packed in the North Stand...singing, swaying...leaving exhausted but happy...hitting the Old Shoreham Road on a high....yes please.
For us growing up in the 70's, that was all we knew. Open terraces, crash barriers, bodies pressed tightly together ( steady! ) The proximity of body odour, the surging back and forth, a sort of dangerous excitement. It was an initiation. We all went through it. Some went looking for trouble, most tried to avoid it. Trouble was lurking round every corner. Sometimes it would find you when you least expected it.
Not many families went to football. A father might take his son but mums rarely went. As schoolboys, we would ' bunk off ' to watch big games in London. Crowds of 50-60,000 commonplace. Seething, surging, swaying. Feet off the ground, carried like a bottle on the tide. Scared and excited in equal measure. Camaraderie amongst mates. Stick together, look out for each other, don't get seperated. Hot sweat, cold sweat and brown pants sometimes.
Girls avoided it. Too macho, too ugly, too violent.
So now, as I sit in my padded seat at the Amex I think ....' would I want to go back to those days...no. Am I glad I grew up then and experienced it...yes. But, if I could go back just once, for a little peek....packed in the North Stand...singing, swaying...leaving exhausted but happy...hitting the Old Shoreham Road on a high....yes please.
:safeway:Spoke to Alan Mullery started him talking about Spurs vrs Chelsea at Stamford Bridge 60,000 + pouring with rain he scored late and spurs nicked the game 0-2 my feet didn't touch the ground on the way out fans punching anyone they thought supported the other team the tube was a frighting place to be.i am now glad things have improved. I now walk pass the away end to the coach park at The Amex apart from one or two ********s I don't feel intimidated at all. Well done Brighton for creating a friendly club.its great to make friends rather than enemies.
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It was alright while attendances were high but by the late 80s the game was on it's knees with crumbling stadia, fans being treated as criminals and dwindling attendances before finally reaching it's low point at Hillsborough.
The game had to move on or it would have been a niche sport by now.
Not a dig or anything but isn't it a bit dated to link someone's class with their income ? I know some very wealthy plumbers and builders who would class themselves as working class.