One of my first ventures as a lad on the longside was to go and see who was making the noises .. 😀
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One of my first ventures as a lad on the longside was to go and see who was making the noises .. 😀
Five of us had decided to take the awful drive down to Norwich by car instead of going with Accy Clarets on the coach.
We got into the ground about two o’clock for the normal three o’clock kick off and were having our usual pre-match pie and pint.
All of a sudden, a ruckus starts and Rocky bounds in with half a dozen of his “followers”, Rocky goes to the bar and orders six pints, and six pies.
Now it must be said the Canaries hospitality bars were all rather splendid, all decked out in yellow and green, and in Championship terms were rather posh back then. (We drew 3-3, but that’s another story!)
The server was a rather timid young lass all decked out in canary yellow and green and was looking at Rocky like she had seen an alien from the North. (She had, but that’s yet another story!)
She serves the order and says something like, “that’s thirty-five pounds please”? The room went quiet. Rocky tells her like only Rocky could, “he was on the dole and could only afford a tenner!”
She politely replied that she was sorry to hear he was jobless but insisted on asking for the thirty-five quid.
By now Rocky is in full Rocky mode, “Posh clubs ripping off poor jobless football fans who had travelled all the way from Burnley and needed food and drink! How much of a disgrace it all was, and Delia Smith ought to be ashamed of herself!”
The pantomime continued with a few robust Burnley fans joining in the heckling, the manager was called, security came, and Rocky stopped the proceedings by whipping out his wallet, chucked the lass her money and said, “Sorry love, I was only kidding!”
He was a lad was our Rocky!