Personally the earlier forms of astroturf with the sand in were the worst offenders if you got too excited and decided to do a sliding tackle on those it looked like you’d been in a moto gp accident.
This is a great old school footy Insta page if you dont follow it
Kids today don’t walk off the pitch bleeding anymore. Play on carpets compare me to what we had to endure, and here in New England they go off if it starts raining…in New England.
Sliding tackle into some dog shit…
When it was so cold that you’d end up with a sack that looked like a peach stone
Deep heat and bovril the aromas of yesteryear!
Remember my first screw in’s from Grattan catalogue, Adidas, can’t recall the name. Scored a belter from near left corner flag on the full sized pitch aged 12, can still remember the elation even now. More so the absolute horror when my Mum gave them away to a lad up the road trying to impress his Mum, ‘they didn’t fit you did they?’ Never forget…
…Oh and if it was too muddy or pissing down sideways you got sent on a cross country instead.
Reading the story that TAA was meant to be buying FC Nantes reminded me I had their kit as a kid, really should have kept it, going for mad money these days.
These were the ultimates in our school growing up:
In fact there’s a pair going on ebay allegedly unworn! Vintage Adidas Beckenbauer Cup Leather Football Boots Size UK 8 Made In Poland | eBay
Oh fucking hell. Cross Country running
note to self - check the thread before replying
Never played in a team, just games with mates and assorted waifs and strays from round the way. Best mate at the time was a decent goalie and always fancied going in nets, he used to have Reusch gloves - on the odd occasion he’d play out and lend you his gloves. They always used to stink inside put me right off.
I still try and play football as often as I can to this day and one thing I’ve noticed is that if the opposing centre midfielder rocks up in a pair of these you know it’s gonna be a long hard day. I actually decided to buy myself a pair to put fear in the opposition eyes but after 5 minutes they realise I have the cardio of a junkie
The orange size 5 were somehow worse than the rest
Those gloves made your hands stink for days too
Ah yes, red ash. One of the harshest substances in the universe with a bit of frost. The only time we played on grass was when my school team made a Glasgow cup final which was at the old Shawfield.
Always a good opportunity to smoke some fags as I recall…