el punal
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It was back in 1966 at the end of an Albion match at the Goldstone. At the time you could “hire” leather cushions for comfort if you sat on the hard wooden seats of the West Stand. From what I remember the game was crap, the Albion were crap and the ref was crap. When the final whistle blew dozens of cushions rained down from the sedentary ultras in the West accompanied by a rendition of that sweary song of “Oh my! What a referee!”
Now I have seen danger at every turn but I was never so frightened as witnessing that display of pure evil and anger. Even standing on the Chicken Run (East Terrace) my heart was in my mouth at the thought of a plumped up seat cushion landing on my head. Disgraceful scenes and football has never been the same since.
Now I have seen danger at every turn but I was never so frightened as witnessing that display of pure evil and anger. Even standing on the Chicken Run (East Terrace) my heart was in my mouth at the thought of a plumped up seat cushion landing on my head. Disgraceful scenes and football has never been the same since.