o/t Anyone remember picking sides?

[stokearab]

...........down the park? There would be 2 captains, usually the 2 best players, then they would pick sides one by one.

Used to feel a wee bit sorry for the less talented fat guys that got picked the last, but they gave everything. Could end up with mental scores like 15-9 before we did it all again. Played till dark and sometimes later. Happy days.

[B4 i go]

Dont mind that but i’m only 63

[stokearab]

Dont mind that but i’m only 63

Your about the right age to remember it mate

[shedboy71]

...........down the park? There would be 2 captains, usually the 2 best players, then they would pick sides one by one.

Used to feel a wee bit sorry for the less talented fat guys that got picked the last, but they gave everything. Could end up with mental scores like 15-9 before we did it all again. Played till dark and sometimes later. Happy days.

Aye - but captain was sometimes hardkunt who used to post on here and it was nothing to do with his football prowess!!

Happy days those (gets pipe and slippers!!!)

[Sutherland Arab]

Used to live in tenement with huge backie, about the size of a football pitch. Clothes poles were the goal and the washing line was the bar.
Played with up to 30 others and a few I had no idea who their name was.
Police came we'd run and hide for 10 minutes, go back and resume the match.
Good times.

[Skolcorner]

Used to play on 'the Dump' (aka wee Hampden) in Craigmore Street nearly every day. Great games! Occasional local derby against Dunmore Street was a serious business and a must win match! Seem to remember Jim Spence turning out occasionally! Loads of fitba skills learned on that bit of waste ground and others like it. One morning, years after I'd last played there, the council put up a sign saying No Ball Games. The sign was felled by dinner time but it heralded an end to years of fun and tradition. More than that, I honestly believe it heralded the demise of Scottish football at all levels.

[An old shed boy]

Remember those days well.
The worst players, of which I was one, always pretended they weren’t interested in the process of picking sides to avoid the shame of being last.
Nobody wanted to go in goal unless there was a pair of gloves.
When finally darkness put an end to the game of to the nearest house for a cold drink of water. No juice in those days.
Always remember the pre-match instructions - nae poaching and nae toe bashing.

[Charlie arab]

The games only ended when the guy whas ba it was had to go hame😊

[GingerPetric]

Or went into a huff and stormed aff wi the ba...

[GUNBOAT]

Played in some memorable games in Kirkton and at the top of Rosemount Rd/Turnberry Ave under floodlight's(Lamposts)that surrounded our pitch.In spite of our protest's they built semi's on that patch of ground which is now Dalmahoy Drive.