Hello, I would need to get the record of the Burnley-Leyton Orient match on May 9, 1987, matchday 42 of the Fourth Division, could someone provide it to me??? It would be of great help. Greetings from Spain
Dans l'eau de la claire fontaine Elle se baignait toute nue Une saute de vent soudaine Jeta ses habits dans les nues En détresse, elle me fit signe Pour la vêtir, d'aller chercher Des monceaux de feuilles de vigne Fleurs de lis, ou fleurs d'oranger Avec des pétales de rose Un bout de corsage lui fis La belle n'était pas bien grosse Une seule rose a suffi Avec le pampre de la vigne Un bout de cotillon lui fis Mais la belle était si petite Qu'une seule feuille a suffi Elle me tendit ses bras, ses lèvres Comme pour me remercier Je les pris avec tant de fièvre Qu'elle fut toute déshabillée Le jeu dut plaire à l'ingénue Car à la fontaine souvent Elle s'alla baigner toute nue En priant Dieu qu'il fît du vent Qu'il fît du vent
RIP Saint and Greavsie. 😢 Two legends of Football and TV - two great characters. First time I saw this interview with Rushy. Seemed a humble chap for a Top pro back then. COYS
Saint & Greavsie were absolute legends - both as players and as a double-act on TV. I was too young to see them play, but as a teenager in the 80s, this was THE football show. Saint was such a natural host, and Greavsie's incisive and always-witty contributions was the perfect formula. RIP two very special gentlemen.
So sad that the individual dialects are softening or disappearing. They added to the richness of our culture. Now we have no genuine culture, just that which is foisted on the young by the media
burnely did survive relegation last day of that season..won 2-1 and the othere 2 results went their way....torquay drew (failed to win) and lincoln had to lose....tension that day....
3 great strikers (2 of them out and out record goal scorers) in the one studio presenting the show and being a guest.... chatting away... and you know they have all walked the walk...they have all done it on the field and even the questions they ask are sensible and insightful...class
I remember it well, I would be maybe 6 years old (so 1955) and the binder was pulled by a tractor (Fordson Major - the only one the farm had everything else was done with Shires). My uncle sat on the binder which spat out ‘stooks’ of corn tied with binder twine. As the area of standing corn (actually barley) got smaller and smaller rabbits would bolt out of it making a dash for cover before being caught by terriers and lurchers. There were always one or two retired old gents hanging round smoking pipes ( coughin’ and aspittin’). How things were about to change! Mixymatosis already raging in the south hadn’t reached Yorkshire but soon would. The point Alan makes about tractors going too fast for ground nesting birds (poor little bird ain’t got no wings) is prophetic. The change from hay making (around end June/beginning July) to silage making (2 or 3 cuts starting early May) was disastrous for birds like Lapwings which didn’t have time to raise there chicks to fledging before the forage harvester arrived. You couldn’t blame the farmer, he was just doing what the government wanted - giving the country food security following World War 2. Alan Smethurst captured it all in this song - there was a touch of genius in this man that was overlooked at the time, probably still is apart from the intuitive souls who have acknowledged it here.
