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I started a thread up in the Sharkies pages about memories of the old days at Sutho Oval. It has lead me to post this thread.
I have such fond memories of going to the Old Girl, the SCG and sit on the Hill and watch some great games. Soaking up the atmosphere, watching the legends, listening to the "old blokes" telling us their memories in between Changa and Georgie Longbottom lining up shots. You know, "kid, You should of seen so and so play, he was the best".
You couldn't do it these days but back then it was nothing for a group of us kids, no older then 11 or 12, travelling by train from Gymea in the Sutherland Shire, and travel some 20 odd stations to get off at Central. Sometimes we were lucky to get a double decker carriage.(Central Stations was above ground then) and then walk the mile or so to the SCG or the Sports Ground to watch the footie. (Who was the famous old Street Lady that camped out and around the Station, I can remember her, but not her name.)
Early days at the SCG We used to make a packet by collecting the small beer glasses off the punters that drank on the hill. The bar was under the scoreboard and we got a zack (5cents) for each one we brought back. As the day progressed and the old blokes got pissed, they'd even start stacking them for us. We have a ball. No questions asked by the barstaff under the scoreboard, it was a case of keep bringing them back kids. Could you imagine that now. 7oz BEER GLASSES at the wet areas of the grounds.
I remember being on the hill behind the post when the aussie played the Frogs in the World cup Final. Australia was giving the French a touch up. The Old blokes were betting us 10 cents that Ecka Simms would miss shots at goal right in front. We thought they were mad, took their money as they laughed ..... they were obviously having fun at our expense.
Can you remember the worst part of all..... walking down those stairs to the gents near the scoreboard. It was underground. It stank, and it was always bloody flooded or flooding. You would walk past the piss troughs looking for a dry station and all of a sudden the flush would start and be mis directed and spary the shite out of you.
I was on the Hill one day watching a big game and I remember as the first grade started the crowd slowly started to stand at the bottom of the hill. This was always a bad sign. They usually stood as the ignorarmouses who came it late would just take up their positions on the footpath behind the fence seating. Stand there and stuff the rest behind.
This often caused friction which resulted eventually in beer cans pouring down on the idiots that were standing.
I was sitting in a volitile area when this idiot threw something like half a tomato stake at the people standing some twenty feet in front. It hit this poor innocent B right in the back. He stood up.... "What gutless #@$# threw that" Well about 25 people just stood and pointed at the idiot and said, "He did, He did" The victim just notchellently walked up and punched the crap out of the idiot to the cheers of the crowd. The League was temporarily a second choice.
Following the throng out of the ground was special to. The banter between the club supporters. It was fantastic. I remember our group being in a herd heading back to Central station.
Can anyone remember the old one legged bloke, he lived on the street. He was the self appointed taxi marshall at the taxi rank at the bottom of the hill heading back to Central. We used to stop and watch him... He would go off his head at anyone he thought was trying to jump the queue including swinging his crotch at anyone that gave him lip. free entertainment.
Has anyone got any old memories of the Hill or their early days at the SCG or perhaps their own suburban ground.... I have a lot more
Cheers
Quigs
I have such fond memories of going to the Old Girl, the SCG and sit on the Hill and watch some great games. Soaking up the atmosphere, watching the legends, listening to the "old blokes" telling us their memories in between Changa and Georgie Longbottom lining up shots. You know, "kid, You should of seen so and so play, he was the best".
You couldn't do it these days but back then it was nothing for a group of us kids, no older then 11 or 12, travelling by train from Gymea in the Sutherland Shire, and travel some 20 odd stations to get off at Central. Sometimes we were lucky to get a double decker carriage.(Central Stations was above ground then) and then walk the mile or so to the SCG or the Sports Ground to watch the footie. (Who was the famous old Street Lady that camped out and around the Station, I can remember her, but not her name.)
Early days at the SCG We used to make a packet by collecting the small beer glasses off the punters that drank on the hill. The bar was under the scoreboard and we got a zack (5cents) for each one we brought back. As the day progressed and the old blokes got pissed, they'd even start stacking them for us. We have a ball. No questions asked by the barstaff under the scoreboard, it was a case of keep bringing them back kids. Could you imagine that now. 7oz BEER GLASSES at the wet areas of the grounds.
I remember being on the hill behind the post when the aussie played the Frogs in the World cup Final. Australia was giving the French a touch up. The Old blokes were betting us 10 cents that Ecka Simms would miss shots at goal right in front. We thought they were mad, took their money as they laughed ..... they were obviously having fun at our expense.
Can you remember the worst part of all..... walking down those stairs to the gents near the scoreboard. It was underground. It stank, and it was always bloody flooded or flooding. You would walk past the piss troughs looking for a dry station and all of a sudden the flush would start and be mis directed and spary the shite out of you.
I was on the Hill one day watching a big game and I remember as the first grade started the crowd slowly started to stand at the bottom of the hill. This was always a bad sign. They usually stood as the ignorarmouses who came it late would just take up their positions on the footpath behind the fence seating. Stand there and stuff the rest behind.
This often caused friction which resulted eventually in beer cans pouring down on the idiots that were standing.
I was sitting in a volitile area when this idiot threw something like half a tomato stake at the people standing some twenty feet in front. It hit this poor innocent B right in the back. He stood up.... "What gutless #@$# threw that" Well about 25 people just stood and pointed at the idiot and said, "He did, He did" The victim just notchellently walked up and punched the crap out of the idiot to the cheers of the crowd. The League was temporarily a second choice.
Following the throng out of the ground was special to. The banter between the club supporters. It was fantastic. I remember our group being in a herd heading back to Central station.
Can anyone remember the old one legged bloke, he lived on the street. He was the self appointed taxi marshall at the taxi rank at the bottom of the hill heading back to Central. We used to stop and watch him... He would go off his head at anyone he thought was trying to jump the queue including swinging his crotch at anyone that gave him lip. free entertainment.
Has anyone got any old memories of the Hill or their early days at the SCG or perhaps their own suburban ground.... I have a lot more
Cheers
Quigs
