Same bloke, same spot on sloper road, just before the canton stand
Every home game
Money spinner lottery tickets!
Probably dead now
Poor old sod
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Same bloke, same spot on sloper road, just before the canton stand
Every home game
Money spinner lottery tickets!
Probably dead now
Poor old sod
I didn't sit in the grandstand very often (Cup games mainly), but I can still recall this guy wandering round, shouting "Programmes, Lottery tickets, and the book!". I think this was one of John Crooks' books of players.
The buzz I used to get walking down Sloper Rd and then walking up the steps into the Grange End and then Block A Grandstand, can't be replicated.
I miss that place so badly
Always remember the program seller on corner of Leckwith Close. Was there every game for years. Also seeing John Reynolds on his bike. Still see him ride away from the CCS on match day. Always before the game for some reason though.
The bloke in the coppers hat was a patient at Ely Hospital. Apparently, the police would pick him up on their way to a game. This at a time when up and dab was a regular occurrence at NP. Could you imagine the NHS and South Wales Police sanctioning something similar today Brilliant!
Re. The Asian Dad and son, he used to sit his son on the barrier with the chain link fencing on separating the boys’ enclosure from the rest of the Grangetown End in the 60s, always had a fag on the go. We used to call John, the cyclist, Jim Fryatt after the footballer of that time with the bushy sideboards.
Radio Ninian ( I think it was called that) in the corner of the Grange/ Grandstand pre the wings being added.
The little tea hut where the Canton met the Bob Bank and the always empty ST Johns first aid office at the top of the walkway from the Canton end turnstiles.
I remember late sixties early seventies two asian looking guys father and son at every single home game,they never missed a match. Older fans surelywould remember them.You knew where they were as there was aways a cloud of smoke where they inhaled umteen fags during the game. The son still goes but his dad sadly passed away a good few years ago.
I remember them, on the Bob Bank as I recall, so I'm talking about around the mid seventies. You're right about the fags and the older one always used to shout "hold them out Cardiff" which I presumed meant don't concede (which would have fitted in with how crap we were at the time!), but I suppose it could have meant something else!
Talking of programme sellers and going back a long, long time, I can remember there always being one by each of the old Whore's Bed and Ninian Park pubs as well.
Signs advertising Bif-Baf Bingo (whatever that was) Golden Goal Tickets. The olfactory cocktail of manky pasties and people chewing Juicy Fruit where the Grange End met the Bob Bank. A tree growing out of the wall at the rear of the Ninian Stand. The rusty floodlights. And last but not least, the sight of steam rising from the roofless, breeze-block Pissoir where the Bob Bank met the Ninian Stand. And who said romance is dead?