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December 1968 we get in the ground early and plant ourselves on the Hammersmith End, the Fulham fans on there keep telling us ‘Wait until Tank gets here, he’ll get you off here’ , he never did, we never did. Fulham take the lead to a chorus of ‘ Fulham 1 Cardiff 0 hallelujah’, how we loved going through the score to them after that, all the way up to ‘Fulham 1 Cardiff 5 hallelujah’. A repeat of that day tomorrow would be just the ticket but will Tank turn up eventually or is he now a steward in the neutral section?
One of the rare bright moments in the wastelands of the mid 1990s was uspounding Paul Parker’s Fulham. Jason Fowler gve then a lesson in football and we spanked them 4-1 on sky. It was bloody brilliant
Yes, was a Friday night game on sky. Fowler, ekhardt and white all scored. Not sure who got the other. You may be right. I think it was 1-0 at half time and the sky cameras filmed a few Fulham fans at half time who were pretty confident they would turn it around. Nope. We smashed them and it was awesome
I may be mis-remembering some or all of the above but that is fine and I don’t give a shit. What matters is that we murdered them and everyone remembers it and hopefully we will do the same this weekend.
Recall watching that on some pub in Roath as I didn’t then have Sky. Marvellous
Watched it up the Culver when it was still a proper pub.
The landlady threatened to turn it off and stop serving us if we didn't keep the celebrations down a bit.
I was right, Eckhardt did score, but at the wrong end. Source: Jeff Eckhardt https://www.fulhamfc.com/news/2012/o...28/memory-lane
Proper player. This is nostalgia speaking, but if he was available I’d play him tomorrow.
I was at the opposite end of the ground watching that, I can still remember the City fans singing "we have taken over". That was my first ever away game at the age of twelve, my rugby loving uncle took me as an early Christmas present and I remember a panicky train journey up to London in the fog as I was convinced that, with the ground so close to the river, the match would be called off, then I had to take over the arranging of our tube journey from Paddington to Putney because my uncle cocked it up and finally I insisted that we get in the ground by something like 1.15 which meant my uncle could tut, tut to his heart's content at the "hooliganism" he was watching from over a hundred yards away - for some reason, he never offered to take me to an away game again .