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Durham Sunday League Memories

Captain White

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Following on from Luke's Non-League stories, just wonder anyone has memories of their experiences in such a gentile learning ground. Like being subsituted because you where still that pissed you couldn't even kick the opposition centre forward never mind tackle anybody.
 

Played as a ringer for my mate's team aged about 42 then got the call again a fortnight later.
Speed merchant for them got put through I tried to trip him but he stayed up so I made sure he went down the second attempt.
Ref called me over 'What's your name','Howld on' I said, ran to the touchline and asked my mate if I was signed on yet, 'Yes' he said.
Ran back to the ref and told him my name 'Off''.
 
Played in goal for a side who finished second bottom of division seven. We had a full set of shirts at home but shorts/socks were a mix and match.

An eagle eyed pundit would describe us as "slightly porous at the back and struggle to score goals consistently."

We were f'kin' shite.
 
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We hammered a team away at Chester le Street one week 4-0, I scored one of them.

Played the same side at home the week after and I got admonished by two older lads in our team for saying we should be beating them (ridiculous). We somehow lost 4-3 and the lad I was playing in midfield with reeked of drink and was clearly still pissed 😂
 
Houghtoner said:
We hammered a team away at Chester le Street one week 4-0, I scored one of them.

Played the same side at home the week after and I got admonished by two older lads in our team for saying we should be beating them (ridiculous). We somehow lost 4-3 and the lad I was playing in midfield with reeked of drink and was clearly still pissed 😂
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We were away in Washy the morning after my 21st.

First minute someone curls one past me into the top corner with me rooted to the spot. It didn't improve...
 
I remember playing down at Byers Green. One of their players got his marching orders and as he was walking off he took a swing at the ref.
 
Late 80s I was playing for a side on a Sunday morning at as good a level as you get on a sunday
The team was funded by a local businessman, he went bust and the team folded
One of my mates asked me to guest for his team in washington in the Durham league, I agreed to give it a go
We met in Coach and Horses at 9am with me expecting a 10.30 kick off

I was handed a pint and when the expression on my face showed that I was somewhat confused it was explained that we would have a few beers and jump on minibus for the away game at midday as it was a 1pm ko

Everyone got pissed apart from me. I played the game, it was shite and how people weren’t killed in it I’ve no idea

We won 3-0 and I got 2, never played for them again - the standard was obviously terrible as nearly everyone was pissed

Very very strange experience
 
Captain White said:
Following on from Luke's Non-League stories, just wonder anyone has memories of their experiences in such a gentile learning ground. Like being subsituted because you where still that pissed you couldn't even kick the opposition centre forward never mind tackle anybody.
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Aye when still a school boy used to go up Tunna Hill and play for any team that was short of a player. Played under more names than tounge can tell.
 
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