Retro Ron

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The 70's,end of Woodstock and the hippy days hello colour tv and snooker's green baize Israeli hostage killed at the munich game chilling footage from the live tv frames The star of the decade was dismal and bleak strikes and power shortages hitting their peak Clubbers never bothered about the shortage of coal when struttin their stuff to Northern Soul Dance all at Wigan Casino Go home shattered,looking like an albino A day at the match,a night at the wheel God how good that would make you feel Moercambe and Wise,Annie Walker,Jack and Vera Porridge,Rising Damp,Fawlty Towers,what an era Football on a sunday,the church said the end was nigh but a JB hat-trick had 40,000 on a high Next round the saints,a replay on a wednesday afternoon half day shopping,everything closed down Over 20,00 for a 3pm kick off in midweek we're lucky to get that now at our peak The 70's saw major outbreaks of football violence it was the culture,still made no sense United's red army travelled all over in numbers waking up Norwich citizens from their slumbers One dirty red fell through the Carrow Road roof I hope he suffered more than a broken tooth A few teams came to take on the Lever Enders But we had plenty of good lads to defend us Away to Blackpool,a very sad day The life of Tangerine fan taken away Ian Greaves arrived and the place picked up Strong in the league,good runs in the Cup Fulham with the stars,Best Moore and Marsh Giving the handbag to though was a bit harsh 40,000+ v Sunderland,the roar deafened my lobe especially with Big Sam's flying wardrobe Even more for epic games with the toon army Supermac's screamer sending 15,000 magpies barmy 50,000 for the replay at St James's Park we came away happy 0-0 in the dark 40,000+ again for the game at Elland Road miles of traffic on the 62,coaches emptying their load We did our best but showed signs of fatigue never mind said Greavo 'we'll go for the league' Bay City Rollers came,doc martens and flares fashion in those days,nobody cares 77 was for the Whites a golden year And silver for the world's favourite peer Street parties,jubilee cheer and parade Wimbledon won by our own Virginia Wade In the men's Ashe,Connor and Borg then McEnroe made it lively in the morgue 'umpire,get a pair of new bins' the snobs nearly choking on strawberries and pimms Back to the cup,50,000 against the toffee tarts that bastard Latchford breaking our hearts Likewise that Wolves bastard who looked like Fu man Chu Hibbitt kept us in Division 2 Greavo played his ace card though for Bolton Signing the legend Frank Worthington Just what we needed,such a classy boost that season fuck Spurs,we ruled the roost The cup runs were short and came to an end Ian said 'we're going up,on that you depend' 20,000 Whites at Blackburn,Frankie Vali said 'oh what a night' the doom was lifted and out came the light 1-0 to us,courtesy of the legend Franky Back in the 1st,we were no longer Wanky The Tartan army were en route to Argentina to meet ossie ardiles and ricky villa But they messed up bigtime against Incas from peru Win the cup Ally ? You won't make round 2 They did the same against the Ayatollah's Iran run from the mosque by the beared Imam A ray of joy against the gifted Netherlands but it wasn't enough for the Campbell clans As usual,like Joe Bugner,out at the end of the round Ally's Army 1st flight home,Glasgow bound Along came Travolta and Olivia Newton John oh yes,i'd give her one Dancing at Scamps to Grease and Saturday Night Fever Back in the 1st,they've put seats in the Lever Things got worse,the Tories came to power Thatcher's lot,what a bleedin shower She soon took the smile off our face Britain again was a sorry place The decade and over and assigned to the past The 70's was a decent blast

Retro Ron's here,boys and girls the lad from the 80's with the perm and curls Start of the decade,women too scared to go out There was a Yorkshire serial killer about The north was in fear of a visit off the Ripper whilst the kids were scared by Grange Hill and Grippa Fridays in Rockers after the malt n hops grooving like something off top of the pops holidays in Benidorm with the match boys watching Auf Weidersehen and a bar full of noise Watching with pride the Falklands assault Thatcher stood firm and for once earned her salt The Argies couldnt hack it when we showed our teeth they fired off home to make thier corned beef Saturday,match days,times of our lives no time for women,sweetheats or wives Maggie's nemesis that was us we took it everywhere in our battlebus The football on offer was shocking and shite no wonder everybody just wanted to fight No mobile phones,no PC chat we'd be unannounced,ready for a spat All lads smart in ellesse,pringle and fila full of booze and no need for the dealer Sovereigns and krugerands for the boys in the fold Ratners made a killing on their tatty gold Not like now,scallies and scrotes cyber warriors and shagging goats Full of kids in the east stand lower with just one sneeze,the lot i'd floor Burnden was a fortress then,full of beered up game ready men not like the Reebok,it's a little boys pen Many came and many tried but all ended up on their sorry backside local derbies we had towns in fear you'd hear the shout ''Bolton are here'' Even Nat said out with the lout Alf Davies said ' there'd be no-one about ' Chelsea and the fearsome firm of headhunters cockney tarts really full of gruff munters credit due though,came when there was a ban but they couldn't cope and up manny rd were ran Millwall and the famous bushwhackers Harry the Dog,straight down after one in the knackers not the case at Luton in the infamous riot out of the blue and kept on the quiet 30 years since Keegan and the toon came in force 10,000 strong but got the same treatment of course Leeds were next with their mighty service crew coach after coach descending on you Meanwhile Thatcher shit on the miners blokes totally skint on strike ending up with shiners The Met sent their shithouse police All the overtime,seen as their Golden Fleece Proud men lost their homes and jobs Whilst ?1,000's were made by those cockney knobs Back at the match,Sheffield United came to celebrate promotion Boy,that bank holiday was a commotion in fancy dress,vicars,pink panther and one as a Nazi He got floored though by a Frank Partington pasty Bradford came too for their promotion party The Ointment ? More like that dick Russell Harty Middlesbrough arrived early with the game Frontline The Sweet Green ended up like being hit by a landmine Wigan,burnley,preston,blackburn we went always in their end the 90 minutes was spent Port Vale away,now that was bad nearly the end for one unlucky lad Bank holiday weekend and down to Southend the pitch invasion,the beginning of the end CCTV and Colin Moynihan's list of shame 100's were on it,all sharing the blame The in-fighting of Tonge Moor and Great lever the end of the Cuckoo's,of that i'm a believer Day of the dawn raids,many a door went through no time for a cuppa with a sugar or two Mums saying ' the police are here,show your face ' Sod i that i thought,i'm knocking one over Linda Lovelace The 80's era,many good happy days my friend but as they ay,all good things must come to an end Nowadays its grim and overpaid shit Orange warriors saying ' no standing,you've got to sit ' if you don't obey,you're out on your arse Imagine that at Burnden ? nah,you'd end up behind bars