[Archived] Pne. Early Ko 12.30

[yoda]

Does that mean that you go round and round in circles making a whining noise

I think he missed an ny off the end

[Truefan]

A trueny fan?!? You've lost me.

[SIMON GARNERS 194]

Our nickname is 'THE BLUE AND WHITES'.

You thick as pigshyte Preston fan.

[Truefan]

Actually we used to play in quarters and Spurs changed their kit to copy us. Then they decided to wear white in homage to Pne instead. They are the facts. Check out Wikipedia if you don't believe me. This gets even more interesting..

[yoda]

Actually we used to play in quarters and Spurs changed their kit to copy us. Then they decided to wear white in homage to Pne instead. They are the facts. Check out Wikipedia if you don't believe me. This gets even more interesting..

You obviously chose not to read the facts above

[Truefan]

garner 14 I am not thick. I speak a lot of sense. Hope we will be celebrating next week.

[Tom]

Your time is up, my time is now, you can't see me my time is now!

[yoda]

garner 14 I am not thick. I speak a lot of sense. Hope we will be celebrating next week.

OOh look, you have changed colour, who is that in homage to ?

[rigger]

A trueny fan?!? You've lost me.

That wouldn't be hard

[booth]

We should have a league table of opposition fans who have come on here and made themselves look silly.

[bob fleming]

Brilliant stuff all round!

Truefan. You make a valid point. But to sing "come on you whites" or such like would just sound idiotic and a tad effeminate to be honest. It just wouldn't be right - as you well know.

Anyway, wish all your preston supporting pals the best for next week and their cup final. Not often they get the chance to play at Ewood. By the way, the postcode is PR2 4JF. Obviously.

[old darwen blue]

How appropriate that white is the chosen colour for the flag signifying surrender.

[Mattyblue]

http://www.pne-online.net/forum/showthread.php?97295-The-Rovers-Derby/page33

Read the first post from today.

As said before, strange, strange bunch.

[BigUts]

http://www.pne-online.net/forum/showthread.php?97295-The-Rovers-Derby/page33

Read the first post from today.

As said before, strange, strange bunch.

That's very, very embarrassing. I thought nob heads like that had died in the 80's. Football has moved on and so should they!

I find it quite flattering they care so much really. They'll be dissapointed in the low turn out for their 'mighty' presence.

[SIMON GARNERS 194]

A post from WFG on that site....a well known Preston 'lad' or general nugget as we would say.

A BIG DAY OUT FOR THE LILYWHITES :

This time next week I should be on me second pint somewhere.

Tales from days long ago will be talked about too.

Orange ball on a snow covered pitch. Pre-season, not-so, friendlies. My first footy charge. And...

Come out come out wherever you are

We’d not played Blackburn Rovers for some considerable time as Preston were usually in a lower league only we’d been pulled out of the bag against them in the League Cup. Not having a crystal ball, Preston didn’t really know if the Darwen Mob, H Division, Toolbar & Mill Hill Mob or Blackburn Youth are forces to be reckoned with or whether they’d show at theirs in the first leg. If they did, they would be well and truly put through the mill off Preston - big time.

With a dinnertime finish for most of the lads, we hit Blackburn’s lovely town centre not mutch after two in the afternoon. Our hundred plus head up to the Blob Shop, allegedly their pub. Pulling open the doors, after the doormen are brushed aside, it’s rammed, not with Blackburn, but Preston. A good 150 had taken a full day off, with some of the older heads present having a score to settle. The majority, however, have a point to prove, which was, that our near neighbours aren’t in North Ends league, even though they were in the Premiership. A roar greets our entry into the pub, with friends, mates and acquaintances shouting the ale in. Preston has a mob of over 250 in town and Blackburn won’t be able to handle our magnitude. We are superior.

Shortly Preston start to drift into other pubs due to finding it hardwork getting served and numbers swelling to folklore proportion. There’s increasing numbers as every hour ticks by, whilst at this stage there wasn’t a sniff, stench, stink or sighting of any Blackburn firm at all.

The lads I’m with start to make tracks towards Ewood Park, optimistic that Blackburn might show, despondent they haven’t. It’s less than an hour to go and we’re closing in on Jack Walker’s ground - big boy’s toy - with 40 of us having obtained tickets for the said person’s lower tier stand. Strolling down, it goes off. Preston steam a pub near to the ground where Blackburn’s lads must have been in hiding, knowing what numbers had turned out. Credit to Blackburn as they came out, but not for long. A heavy police presence had been monitoring the lads’ progress towards Ewood and they managed to keep Preston back, running into them on horseback followed by police with batons drawn. A few windows got put through and lads were getting lifted. And what Blackburn did emerge, got totally turned over and smashed.

Finally being moved on, lads make it to the ground with skirmishes everywhere. Preston were taking liberties which was probably years of pent up frustration surfacing. We lost a couple more from our 40 to the boys in blue, as we didn’t know which entrance to take!

Inside the ground, we took residence in seats near to the away section thinking Blackburn’s so called firms might join us. No such luck. As soon as the match got underway, Preston were under the cosh on the pitch from a quality side and the lads start to play up and we lose one more -RIP Tony H.

6-0, the score ended up, six @#/? nil. The humiliation and hurt in the lads’ eyes was plain to see and the night wasn’t over yet. Another one down! In the darkened surroundings, in amongst the Rovers fans, we make our way back towards town - law of averages and all that!

Going passed the pub where the little fracas took place before the match its shut up shop with over 200 Preston milling about. It’s just one of those things and the lads are going to have to accept that it ain’t going to happen. Or is it?

Rest assured though Preston weren’t resting on their laurels. One of the lads puts on his thinking cap, suggesting too plot up in a pub further up the road and wait to see if Blackburn sneak into town. This also lets the bulk move on and the lads might have some fun with smaller numbers. “What do you reckon to that?”

This being a rhetorical question.

The lads gained entry into the pub which stunk of fustiness and other pungent smells. Surprisingly there wasn’t anyone else in apart from the landlord; it was a right dump. Before ordering, the door was booted closed and the curtains drawn making out that it was shut. Saying that, I don’t think anyone else would have come in. The lads lasted 30 minutes chatting quietly whilst one kept an eye on proceedings through a gap in the grottie, mould-ridden curtains. With nothing much to report, everyone leaves.

It’s plain sailing into the town centre and most pubs en route have their doors locked. The Blackburn lads must have been avoiding Preston like the plague and the day’s played out.

Preston had beaten a path to Blackburn that day and the penny had finally dropped that there was more chance of pigs flying than Blackburn’s lads making a show. It had just been a pipe-dream. We then head up to the Boulevard going on 11ish, finding out that the rest of Preston’s lads had spat out their dummies and weren’t for going home. It starts to get nasty with the Lancashire Constabulary trying to get the lads onto trains and out of their dirty old town. I wasn’t my normal cool, calm and collective self; such was the heavy handedness of the police.

‘No more Mr. Nice Guy.’

After much deliberation, and exchange of dialogue, we catch the train home. It had been one of those days. The years had gone by since we’d played Rovers and they were still like fish out of water. The amount of times that the North End now get to play Blackburn, come round as often as a Preston Guild and by the next Guild they might have got their act together?

The return leg a fortnight later was another no show...

*More interested in me ale nowadays

[had.e.nuff]

Pne won the first ever league championship in 1888. Tottenham changed their kit to play in white to copy their achievements. Maybe we used to play in blue but decided we should start playing in white and then we changed our mind. I don't know. Does anybody know?

is this from a side that started in hoops

http://www.historicalkits.co.uk/Preston_North_End/Preston_North_End.html

[tomphil]

So that's basically like a tale from any big following going to any local game and I don't remember any 'show' from Preston in their town centre when we've been over there. From what I remember the Blob shop was always where away fans gathered in town anyway and the so called firms he's quoted are from a book about hooligans from the 60's and 70's I think. What a plant pot.

Also if there was never any action with Rovers then why did these older lads have a score to settle ? Typical plastic hooligan nonsense.

[had.e.nuff]

Actually we used to play in quarters and Spurs changed their kit to copy us. Then they decided to wear white in homage to Pne instead. They are the facts. Check out Wikipedia if you don't believe me. This gets even more interesting..

never played in quarters maybe PNE copied our first kit in homage to us

http://www.historicalkits.co.uk/Blackburn_Rovers/Blackburn_Rovers.htm

[MCMC1875]

is this from a side that started in hoops

http://www.historicalkits.co.uk/Preston_North_End/Preston_North_End.html

It doesn't really matter does it?

[Gav]

A post from WFG on that site....a well known Preston 'lad' or general nugget as we would say.

A BIG DAY OUT FOR THE LILYWHITES :

This time next week I should be on me second pint somewhere.

Tales from days long ago will be talked about too.

Orange ball on a snow covered pitch. Pre-season, not-so, friendlies. My first footy charge. And...

Come out come out wherever you are

We’d not played Blackburn Rovers for some considerable time as Preston were usually in a lower league only we’d been pulled out of the bag against them in the League Cup. Not having a crystal ball, Preston didn’t really know if the Darwen Mob, H Division, Toolbar & Mill Hill Mob or Blackburn Youth are forces to be reckoned with or whether they’d show at theirs in the first leg. If they did, they would be well and truly put through the mill off Preston - big time.

With a dinnertime finish for most of the lads, we hit Blackburn’s lovely town centre not mutch after two in the afternoon. Our hundred plus head up to the Blob Shop, allegedly their pub. Pulling open the doors, after the doormen are brushed aside, it’s rammed, not with Blackburn, but Preston. A good 150 had taken a full day off, with some of the older heads present having a score to settle. The majority, however, have a point to prove, which was, that our near neighbours aren’t in North Ends league, even though they were in the Premiership. A roar greets our entry into the pub, with friends, mates and acquaintances shouting the ale in. Preston has a mob of over 250 in town and Blackburn won’t be able to handle our magnitude. We are superior.

Shortly Preston start to drift into other pubs due to finding it hardwork getting served and numbers swelling to folklore proportion. There’s increasing numbers as every hour ticks by, whilst at this stage there wasn’t a sniff, stench, stink or sighting of any Blackburn firm at all.

The lads I’m with start to make tracks towards Ewood Park, optimistic that Blackburn might show, despondent they haven’t. It’s less than an hour to go and we’re closing in on Jack Walker’s ground - big boy’s toy - with 40 of us having obtained tickets for the said person’s lower tier stand. Strolling down, it goes off. Preston steam a pub near to the ground where Blackburn’s lads must have been in hiding, knowing what numbers had turned out. Credit to Blackburn as they came out, but not for long. A heavy police presence had been monitoring the lads’ progress towards Ewood and they managed to keep Preston back, running into them on horseback followed by police with batons drawn. A few windows got put through and lads were getting lifted. And what Blackburn did emerge, got totally turned over and smashed.

Finally being moved on, lads make it to the ground with skirmishes everywhere. Preston were taking liberties which was probably years of pent up frustration surfacing. We lost a couple more from our 40 to the boys in blue, as we didn’t know which entrance to take!

Inside the ground, we took residence in seats near to the away section thinking Blackburn’s so called firms might join us. No such luck. As soon as the match got underway, Preston were under the cosh on the pitch from a quality side and the lads start to play up and we lose one more -RIP Tony H.

6-0, the score ended up, six @#/? nil. The humiliation and hurt in the lads’ eyes was plain to see and the night wasn’t over yet. Another one down! In the darkened surroundings, in amongst the Rovers fans, we make our way back towards town - law of averages and all that!

Going passed the pub where the little fracas took place before the match its shut up shop with over 200 Preston milling about. It’s just one of those things and the lads are going to have to accept that it ain’t going to happen. Or is it?

Rest assured though Preston weren’t resting on their laurels. One of the lads puts on his thinking cap, suggesting too plot up in a pub further up the road and wait to see if Blackburn sneak into town. This also lets the bulk move on and the lads might have some fun with smaller numbers. “What do you reckon to that?”

This being a rhetorical question.

The lads gained entry into the pub which stunk of fustiness and other pungent smells. Surprisingly there wasn’t anyone else in apart from the landlord; it was a right dump. Before ordering, the door was booted closed and the curtains drawn making out that it was shut. Saying that, I don’t think anyone else would have come in. The lads lasted 30 minutes chatting quietly whilst one kept an eye on proceedings through a gap in the grottie, mould-ridden curtains. With nothing much to report, everyone leaves.

It’s plain sailing into the town centre and most pubs en route have their doors locked. The Blackburn lads must have been avoiding Preston like the plague and the day’s played out.

Preston had beaten a path to Blackburn that day and the penny had finally dropped that there was more chance of pigs flying than Blackburn’s lads making a show. It had just been a pipe-dream. We then head up to the Boulevard going on 11ish, finding out that the rest of Preston’s lads had spat out their dummies and weren’t for going home. It starts to get nasty with the Lancashire Constabulary trying to get the lads onto trains and out of their dirty old town. I wasn’t my normal cool, calm and collective self; such was the heavy handedness of the police.

‘No more Mr. Nice Guy.’

After much deliberation, and exchange of dialogue, we catch the train home. It had been one of those days. The years had gone by since we’d played Rovers and they were still like fish out of water. The amount of times that the North End now get to play Blackburn, come round as often as a Preston Guild and by the next Guild they might have got their act together?

The return leg a fortnight later was another no show...

*More interested in me ale nowadays

Absolutely brilliant

H-Division all got married and had kids about 1985 so no chance of them turning up and the Toolbar never existed, so no chance of them turning out either, no wonder they're disappointed.

250 handed in the blob shop on a Tuesday afternoon, poor sods, I couldn't think of anything worse! imagine the toilets

They spent a days leading up to game ringing up the The station pub and beehive pubs threatening the locals which was amusing, it was like going back to the 80's all over again.

Funny thing is the local mob was quite active at the time, but just never bothered with Preston that night.

Our mob (Me the Mrs and brother in law) drank out of the way before the game at deepdale before Christmas, no PNE to be seen, we Made our way into town, loads of police and Blackburn but no PNE, arrived at the ground same time as the police escort of Blackburn lads who were stood in the middle of the road, police with batons drawn and PNE not wanting to know, Preston must have been avoiding Blackburn and our mob like the plague that day, they just didn't want to know

[donnermeat]

People that go to football for fighting are absolutely pathetic.

[VinjayV4]

Don't post that garbage on here Garners. Let him save it for his hooligan books or telling stories with his "ale" in the pub.

I've never even heard about Preston North End having a major hooligan presence. Kind of like Rovers in that regard. If the cops REALLY thought there would be problems they will force them to be "bused in" as well. That's the main reason people should keep the peace! I can't remember hearing anything Preston North End and hooligan incidents in the past 20 years. I can't even remember the cup games in 1997 that's how insignificant they are. I wonder if the cops will force United/Liverpool (and City I guess) to come in at 12:30 if there's the chance anytime soon. No doubt they will bow down to them especially as there's been trouble before sure United had almost 50 arrests once. Surprised it didn't seem to be a big deal but there was a letter saying a United fan had his throat "slashed" in 1999...and obviously I don't condone that with anyone unless its self defence. I do acknowledge City at Ewood in 2000 and felt slightly disappointed only fans with tickets seemed to show up at Preston a year later! Admittedly I wasn't at Deepdale that night but I was a teenager then and perhaps couldn't have got one with no season ticket anyway. It wasn't entirely my "financial decision" then.

[ABBEY]

You are the font of all knowledge vinjay you really are .

[bob fleming]

I remember it well, 250 lads in Yates - I had good mind to go down there and sort them out myself and if it wasn't for Countdown being on and the fact that I'm more interested in me ale I would have done no bother. And that's going in my book an all. Foreward by Danny Dyer. Working title "Well off my Manor"

[booth]

http://www.pne-online.net/forum/showthread.php?97295-The-Rovers-Derby/page33

Read the first post from today.

As said before, strange, strange bunch.

Nice reminder of that 6-0 pasting they took. It was just another game for us but their cup final, what a great night. Damian Duff was incredible.