Once Millwall were regular opponents. It must now be a long time since we played them.
"The Den, Cold Blow Lane". A cracking address when you think about it. And what about those twin credentials? Members of both the London and Kent FAs.
A top notch toff as club president: His Grace the Duke of Bleedin' Norfolk no less. God bless him. No airs and graces; a real F-trooper.
"You can't tell the kind of jam by the label on the jar" was a wonderfully profound thought to start the new year. A reference, as it happens, to the back-to-back Christmas games against Brentford. Almost the last of that kind of arrangement. At least neither team would have needed to dig themselves out of the snow on Salisbury Plain.
Passing reference to Johnny Summers. He was the bloke who scored five times as Charlton came back from 1-5 down to beat Huddersfield 7-6. Sadly he was dead at the age of thirty-four.
Fascinating list of floodlit fixtures for Millwall. You wouldn't really bother with inviting Clyde down these days.
Graham Bond featured in our list of players: apprenticed to a firm of refrigeration specialists.
Norman Griffiths: "studying engineering, he engineers many openings on the field". Lovely 1950s programme prose but wasn't he actually called Griff Norman?
Finally, another one of those tributes about Torquay United's reputation for playing "attractive football".
Aye, but one of those sides we come to regard as essentially Third Division is a bit rude.
On occasions these things need to be said. At that time we'd only briefly threatened to be anything else and, nearly sixty years later, we still haven't made it above the third tier. But we know these things and perhaps it was less of a sleight to have been so regarded in those days. We've said it before but, with only one promotion spot and no relegation, it must have frequently been football for football's sake. It's hard to relate to from our perspective don't you think?