When I were a lad…I know what your thinking, another Hovis advert. Well, read on anyway. I used to ask my dad; who were your favourite Blues players and he would mention Harry Hibbs, Joe Bradford and others from the 1930’s. But to me they were second-hand memories, little more than sepia photographs, but they were Blues heroes. In the early 50’s I used to take bottles back to get the money to watch a game at St Andrews, - Listen to the violins - or sneak in under the turnstile. I told you it was like a Hovis Ad. Let me list some of the great players I have had the privilege to see, and these are from the opposition. Stanley Matthews, Tom Finney, Bobby Charlton, George Best, Jimmy Greaves, Bobby Moore, Nat Lofthouse. One player stands out in my mind, the Gentle Giant John Charles. Then my heroes, Eddie Brown, Alex Govan, Spud Murphy, Trevor Smith, Noel Kinsey, Gordon Astall, Bertie Auld, Ken Leek, Jimmy Harris, Jimmy Bloomfield, Harry Hooper and later of course Super Trev, Bob and Dave Latchford, Kenny Burns…I can’t possibly list them all, but they were blue through and through.
St Andrews
I remember the days at St Andrews
The days of blue and white
I remember the days at St Andrews
Those resonant floodlit nights
I saw the mighty Italians
From Roma and Inter-Milan
Those great Italian masters
We matched them man for man…and more!
The boys from Újpesti Dózsa I can still see them I can
They came here from Barcelona the giants of Catalan
The cream of Zagreb and Cologne, boys of Denmark’s Boldklub
The streets they were rocking in Small Heath
They rocked for the Birmingham club
When Union Saint-Gilloise were hammered
By the boys in Royal Blue
We stood on the Tilton and shouted
O City we love you
There was Johnny and Malcolm and Jimmy
Bertie, Mike and Stan
Those great days there at St Andrews
I can remember them all I can
But none of the days were greater
Than the summer of ‘63
When we stood on that scrap heap in Aston
My mate Barry and me
We had taken the Holt-End that evening
And knew that the trophy was won
And we stayed out all night celebrating
The League Cup belonged to BRUM!
PS. An early memory 1954 I think…BLUES 9 v Liverpool 1…Their goal was a cracker!
St Andrews
I remember the days at St Andrews
The days of blue and white
I remember the days at St Andrews
Those resonant floodlit nights
I saw the mighty Italians
From Roma and Inter-Milan
Those great Italian masters
We matched them man for man…and more!
The boys from Újpesti Dózsa I can still see them I can
They came here from Barcelona the giants of Catalan
The cream of Zagreb and Cologne, boys of Denmark’s Boldklub
The streets they were rocking in Small Heath
They rocked for the Birmingham club
When Union Saint-Gilloise were hammered
By the boys in Royal Blue
We stood on the Tilton and shouted
O City we love you
There was Johnny and Malcolm and Jimmy
Bertie, Mike and Stan
Those great days there at St Andrews
I can remember them all I can
But none of the days were greater
Than the summer of ‘63
When we stood on that scrap heap in Aston
My mate Barry and me
We had taken the Holt-End that evening
And knew that the trophy was won
And we stayed out all night celebrating
The League Cup belonged to BRUM!
PS. An early memory 1954 I think…BLUES 9 v Liverpool 1…Their goal was a cracker!
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