Down Memory Lane oct 11th 87 Wheres my fukin motor gone?

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Gudge nonmember

A few weeks of inactivity on the Tottenham front have led me to post yet another Down Memory Lane from the vaults of a passionate yid who cherishes the Memories of his days following Tottenham over Land and Sea and Leicester.
If this post is boring anyone let me know and i will delete all Memoires .
1987- Surely the last time any Spurs Supporter will have really believed we had a Team capable of fighting for at least one Major Trophy.
We’d come out of Shreeves first spell as manager scoring loadsa goals but also leaking like the Titanic , In came Pleat an entertaining manager his hot shoe shuffle at Maine Rd in the last game of 83 gave us some insight into his mentality but he came to Spurs with a good reputation of playing open football and with a Tight defence we’d be expected to challenge for honours.
So we lost at Wembley for the first time ever and we’d finished 3rd in the League and forget the lge cup semi it hurts too much to think about, but overall it was a great season to follow the lilywhites and i did’nt miss a single game , sheer entertainment i can tell you.
The 87/88 season started much the same way, we won our 14th home league game on the trot dating back to the previous January and the good times were surely only round the corner.
Then Pleat gets sacked for alleged Kerb crawling, a petty crime when you consider the Likes of Wenger and Co who trawl the streets for young boys, Silver 10 watch out for Thunderbird puppets chatting you up at school.
Anyway my awayday to Norwich starts ere.
I had only just recently bought myself an old Ford Capri Terry of Minder stylee. Trouble was the clutch was fuked so when we got to the Whitehall Tav TF & SS and Gudge had missed the coach.
SS had his motor so i parked mine up opposite Rudolphs and off we went up the A11 to Farmer Giles country.
We met a few of the coaches at the Green Man in Wymondham 10 miles outside Norwich.
A right yocal village it was, as you walked in the boozer the yocals all stood and stared and after half an hour their thick gobs spout they aint yocals are they? what a boozer , shuv hapenny, Skittles and birds with tits the size of melons but nobody home. What an afternoon of Fun and Frolics we had especially when a few of the young Farmers tried to have a pop, mugs had no chance and as a the Old Bill turned up a few windows went for a Burton causing upoar with the the Tweed jacket brigade.
We made a swift exit and headed into Norwich.
What a delightful little Ground Delia Smith has to offer shame about he away end , penned in like the local Sheep its a fukin nightmare to see anything apart from the corner flag, well we lost 2-1 and it was off back to London for a mates 21st at Dingwalls @ Camden Lock .
As we left SS at the High Rd Tottenham i reached for my Keys , no need as we strode up the rd opp Rudolphs my worst fears had come true , Tony wheres my Fukin motor gone? he just stood there and fukin pissed himself laughing, along the lines of Rolf Harris’s thats really funny Kids.
At Tottenham nick the Old Bill had no sympathy except to say the culprits would’nt get far with a dodgy clutch, that helped me no end, not only had we lost but i’d lost my fukin wheels Furry dice and all .
Back at the Bull&Last my local on Highgate Rd my Goon mates had got a lot of mileage out of my misfortune especially one who had his brand new Boxing gloves in the boot , thats 50 notes down the fukin drain he raved, not as much as my fukin motor i replied.
They found the Motor 6 weeks later along with a Turkish prayer book and a couple of half filled out British passport forms , the later is worth a story by itself but to suffice to say Kebabs were off the menu for the Gudge for a while ,
Footnote.
1996 and my Sis is living in Norfolk for 6 months , when she and Bro in Law invite me for drink at their Local the Green Man Wyndonham i politely decline such a nice little local they claim , i know but i’d rather not I dont fancy spending the nite under a combine harvester.
Oh the Memories

dresch nonmember

hahaha.

1-hot-spur nonmember

I think it’s reasonable to represent the masses by saying:

We love the ‘down memory Lane’ posts. Top stuff 😆

Gudge nonmember

Cheers Geezers.
I’ll throw a few more in before the seasons out.

Gudge nonmember

Considering the Canaries are back in the big time eres another old memory

Ozspur 1 halloffamer

Keep em comi’n Gudge…

Crack up.

I first got nicked for TDA after hooking the keys of a capri out of the post box of the ford garage in south woodford.

this was a 2.8i, lovely motor if i knew how to drive it.

Loughton police station, car still intact, 1yr good behaviour bond and a hammering from the old man….(respect from my mates though)

Oh the memories…

Gudge nonmember

sounds like you’ve had more tugs than old Father Thames

Ozspur 1 halloffamer

Ive quietened down in the last 10wks since the boy came on the scene.

two more cases to go and i’m free to not drive til 2008, behave myself for 2yrs and go within 1km of the mother in laws house for 1yr.

Life is beautiful.

Fu(k i’m tired….The problem is i just cant say no.

I’m officially in retirement.

Gudge nonmember

for uncle Ernie

TBRBIC nonmember

quality
🙂

Chappy nonmember

@Gudge wrote:

birds with tits the size of melons but nobody home

ahh yes, the perfect woman.

sir g, appreciate u puttin something in the memoirs specifically to attract my attention.

great work mate. keep em comin. no f*cker is gonna delete the gudge memoirs. best thing on this site. bar my humour of course.

Terje Langnes nonmember

Question of the day: How many mobile phones was Gudge’s Ford worth?

I’m flying out tomorrow, so I’ll see you when I get back, mate.

Gudge nonmember

dug this up to warn you of parking your motor near the lane or your ave shaw taylor on your case , keep em peeled

N17 member

@Gudge wrote:

dug this up to warn you of parking your motor near the lane or your ave shaw taylor on your case , keep em peeled

Would that be:

Police 5, ars*n*l 1?

of the Dead nonmember

@Gudge wrote:

dug this up to warn you of parking your motor near the lane or your ave shaw taylor on your case , keep em peeled

what was the show on after Shaw Taylors on Sunday afternoon(or was it before?) with the old Kunt in the shed playing with fishing knots(and his barnacles) for half a fukin hour??? Just before the Big Match???

Col member

I’m pretty sure it was called “out of Town”. Forgot the guys name but he used to have a pipe as well if memory servs right.

Col member

Just remembered – Jack Hargreaves 🙂

jockney nonmember

Excellant mate,keep em comin.Whats with the motor thing though,Has anybody who used to leave there car in tottenham not had it nicked,broken into,torched or vandalised.Used to leave mine years ago in Pretoria rd I think it was,you know along the lane to the station turn right after the bridge.I had my moters broke into 3 times,nicked once and taken by the bill once all in that fukin rd.One night came back after a few pints and saw two locals WITH MY FUKIN BONNET OPEN,trying to nick my battery,my mate stayed with the car as I chased them,over a fukin huge fence(many years ago) acoss a playing field.Lucky they were faster than linford or carl lewis or I might have been stabbed up for my efforts.When the cops nicked it,they one day decided to make one side of the road no parking during matches as an ambulance route to the midd hospital.The cunts put cones every 50 metres saying no parking which no cunt could see and that night towed 100 cars to north midd hospital car park wher they impounded them.They wanted 120 quid to release it and I told them to fuckin keep it,reckon it was some goon cunt bill having a laugh.Tail beetween my legs I paid up next day. :thud:

N17 member

@Col wrote:

Just remembered – Jack Hargreaves 🙂

How?

of the Dead nonmember

@N17 wrote:

@Col wrote:

Just remembered – Jack Hargreaves 🙂

How?

Out of town

jackrussellsdad nonmember

@Gudge wrote:

A few weeks of inactivity on the Tottenham front have led me to post yet another Down Memory Lane from the vaults of a passionate yid who cherishes the Memories of his days following Tottenham over Land and Sea and Leicester.
If this post is boring anyone let me know and i will delete all Memoires .
1987- Surely the last time any Spurs Supporter will have really believed we had a Team capable of fighting for at least one Major Trophy.
We’d come out of Shreeves first spell as manager scoring loadsa goals but also leaking like the Titanic , In came Pleat an entertaining manager his hot shoe shuffle at Maine Rd in the last game of 83 gave us some insight into his mentality but he came to Spurs with a good reputation of playing open football and with a Tight defence we’d be expected to challenge for honours.
So we lost at Wembley for the first time ever and we’d finished 3rd in the League and forget the lge cup semi it hurts too much to think about, but overall it was a great season to follow the lilywhites and i did’nt miss a single game , sheer entertainment i can tell you.
The 87/88 season started much the same way, we won our 14th home league game on the trot dating back to the previous January and the good times were surely only round the corner.
Then Pleat gets sacked for alleged Kerb crawling, a petty crime when you consider the Likes of Wenger and Co who trawl the streets for young boys, Silver 10 watch out for Thunderbird puppets chatting you up at school.
Anyway my awayday to Norwich starts ere.
I had only just recently bought myself an old Ford Capri Terry of Minder stylee. Trouble was the clutch was fuked so when we got to the Whitehall Tav TF & SS and Gudge had missed the coach.
SS had his motor so i parked mine up opposite Rudolphs and off we went up the A11 to Farmer Giles country.
We met a few of the coaches at the Green Man in Wymondham 10 miles outside Norwich.
A right yocal village it was, as you walked in the boozer the yocals all stood and stared and after half an hour their thick gobs spout they aint yocals are they? what a boozer , shuv hapenny, Skittles and birds with tits the size of melons but nobody home. What an afternoon of Fun and Frolics we had especially when a few of the young Farmers tried to have a pop, mugs had no chance and as a the Old Bill turned up a few windows went for a Burton causing upoar with the the Tweed jacket brigade.
We made a swift exit and headed into Norwich.
What a delightful little Ground Delia Smith has to offer shame about he away end , penned in like the local Sheep its a fukin nightmare to see anything apart from the corner flag, well we lost 2-1 and it was off back to London for a mates 21st at Dingwalls @ Camden Lock .
As we left SS at the High Rd Tottenham i reached for my Keys , no need as we strode up the rd opp Rudolphs my worst fears had come true , Tony wheres my Fukin motor gone? he just stood there and fukin pissed himself laughing, along the lines of Rolf Harris’s thats really funny Kids.
At Tottenham nick the Old Bill had no sympathy except to say the culprits would’nt get far with a dodgy clutch, that helped me no end, not only had we lost but i’d lost my fukin wheels Furry dice and all .
Back at the Bull&Last my local on Highgate Rd my Goon mates had got a lot of mileage out of my misfortune especially one who had his brand new Boxing gloves in the boot , thats 50 notes down the fukin drain he raved, not as much as my fukin motor i replied.
They found the Motor 6 weeks later along with a Turkish prayer book and a couple of half filled out British passport forms , the later is worth a story by itself but to suffice to say Kebabs were off the menu for the Gudge for a while ,
Footnote.
1996 and my Sis is living in Norfolk for 6 months , when she and Bro in Law invite me for drink at their Local the Green Man Wyndonham i politely decline such a nice little local they claim , i know but i’d rather not I dont fancy spending the nite under a combine harvester.
Oh the Memories

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Gudge nonmember

@jockney wrote:

Excellant mate,keep em comin.Whats with the motor thing though,Has anybody who used to leave there car in tottenham not had it nicked,broken into,torched or vandalised.Used to leave mine years ago in Pretoria rd I think it was,you know along the lane to the station turn right after the bridge.I had my moters broke into 3 times,nicked once and taken by the bill once all in that fukin rd.One night came back after a few pints and saw two locals WITH MY FUKIN BONNET OPEN,trying to nick my battery,my mate stayed with the car as I chased them,over a fukin huge fence(many years ago) acoss a playing field.Lucky they were faster than linford or carl lewis or I might have been stabbed up for my efforts.When the cops nicked it,they one day decided to make one side of the road no parking during matches as an ambulance route to the midd hospital.The c**** put cones every 50 metres saying no parking which no c*** could see and that night towed 100 cars to north midd hospital car park wher they impounded them.They wanted 120 quid to release it and I told them to f**kin’ keep it,reckon it was some goon c*** bill having a laugh.Tail beetween my legs I paid up next day. :thud:

tell you what jock 120 notes is a bargain reckon they hammer you for more than that in the school car park opposite the spurs shop.
i got clamped for triple parking on double yellows down dean street in the west end fukin cheeky cunts, i was a courier for reuters and a to z on business in some seedy club

Pooligan nonmember

The day before the semi v the arse at OT in 2001 we took a minibus full of us from WGC to Chester. We knew a load of gooners from WGC where on their way there and arranged to meet them to watch the national in a boozer before declaring war for the weekend. The national passed off without incident but if I remember correct a horse called Red something won and I had a horrible feeling about the weekend. After far too many light ales we got back in the bus and headed for our hotel to drop off the bags; drunken John the postman can drink with the best of em but one of the younger lads offered him a few tugs on a jamacian woodbine. As we pulled up at the hotel the old postie was white as a sheet. Our driver and the only sober one out the lot of us went to check in; he uttered the immortal line “keep a low one till we’re all booked in”. We all lurked around the reception till the peace was broken with one of our lot coming running out the khazi pleading for help. John the postie had gone for a gypsies cracked his head on the tiles somehow, knocked himself unconcious and was sparko on the floor, claret pouring out everywhere. I helped stem the flow but it was too much, an ambulance was called and off John went. We got in our rooms and quickly hit the town, in the early hours in some club a tall figure in one of them patients gowns came bounding across the dance floor, the nutter had discharged himself still with his heart rate monitor stickers on! Back to the hotel, no sleep and then off in the bus to the game; we found a boozer in Manchester right next to a tram stop, we woke the guvnor up and asked if we could leave the motor there till after the game, he said no problem. Off we went to OT to watch us get p*ssed on for 90mins and the end of judas. One of the lads had had enough and left 10 mins before the end, after a bit of running about outside I got in the cue for the tram when my phone rang “pooligan its Steve, where the f*ck are you, it aint funny come and pick me up” I told him I was waiting to get the tram back and would meet him at the pub. “Well the f*cking van aint here” he replied. Time i got back the rest of the lads where there; someone had half inched the van! Course all the boys had left their clobber from the night before in the van. Now a few pairs of calvin kleins and Paul Smith churches are like gold dust in them northern slums. We was fuming, I phoned one of the lads’ stolen mobiles, some scouse c*nt answered and laughed his bollox off. The guvnor of the pub of course never knew nothing about it, best he could do was offer to book us a taxi. We got an 8 seater and a normal cab for the total cost of £800 single to Hertfordshire. The driver mustve retired on the back of it. Heading down the M6, my blower rang, it was the gooner lot “we’ve just got back in the local, the guvnor says he’ll keep the pub open for some lates, see you in a bit, no hard feelings” When I told them our predicament you could hear the whole f*ckin pub laughin their tits off at our misfortune.

I hate gooners

and mancs

and scousers

Gudge nonmember

classic that. a right fukin nightmare has to go down as one of the best awaydays ever .

Gudge nonmember

they’ll be back up next season
fancy em on boxing day

RichS nonmember

Was Norwich the worse away end going. It’d have to be a contender. It was just a wall of chicken wire.
The old Den was pretty much the same.

Didnt Ruel Fox run us ragged in that defeat? Every time he got the ball I thought they’d score. Strangely I never felt that way when he played for us.

Gudge nonmember

ave to agree the away end was shite, had a better view of it in the seats down the side
only time they’ve come in handy the old canaries was when we had a rearranged game 4 days before the scum semi in 91, at their gaff
gazza was doubtful but got a run out to see if he was up to it. 4 days later and the rest is history

Gudge nonmember

Fancy em boxing day

Waddles Mullet Waddles Mullet

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Cheers mullet
Limited edition But Ghia it weren’t
Got caught having a shag in that motor , old bill were worse than stan collymore

Pooligan nonmember

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Cheers mullet
Limited edition But Ghia it weren’t
Got caught having a shag in that motor , old bill were worse than stan collymore

Stains on the seats – in the back of course!
La la la la la la la la la la

jockney nonmember

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Cheers mullet
Limited edition But Ghia it weren’t
Got caught having a shag in that motor , old bill were worse than stan collymore

That was his second motor after his 3 wheel van,he wouldn’t have bought it if Raquel hadn’t been up the duff.
Last seen outside Nelson Mandella house. 😆

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Lord Lane nonmember

Bet it had the Delboy horn an’ all 😆

Gudge nonmember

Miss that motor

Gudge nonmember

Nice daffs

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