Nice one, PP.

Well said and nicely put.

We are the Palace, we have character. Most of us know that the character the club has is flawed and all the more lovable for it.

The only entitlement we seem to have is that which demands we f*** up when things seem to be going well.

Good on you.

Edited by Glazier#1 (10 Sep 2016 12.29am)

Love that
Parrot

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Does anyone remember when people used to take wooden rattles into the ground?

And they sold Bovril?

I used to like the smell of smoke wafting across the air, at a night match. (I was too young to smoke, but it was glorious smelling the smoke in the night air)

And older people would tell youngsters they should get their bloody hair cut. (Even though it was none of their business)

At half time, if you were feeling sick, you could go to the St John's Ambulance stand and they would apply leaches to suck some blood. (This was considered medicinal in those days)

Aye, back then on the HOL we didn't argue about transfers and formations, we arranged to swap pick n mix on Holmesdale Road and discussed the best way to store leeches to keep them sterile!

So I manage a Workshop which provides a safe learning environment for blokes struggling with PTSD and other mental health issues. Being a Palace fan isn't listed yet.

..and rosettes!

Standing on the Whitehorse first half and then walking round the ground at half time to stand on the Holmesdale for the second half. Getting covered in mud slipping and sliding down the slope to get out.

Home v Man City 1969-70: City had been beaten 5-1 the previous week at home by West Ham (Jimmy Greaves' debut - two goals) and Joe Corrigan made his famous drop kick boob, letting Ronnie Boyce score from distance.

So for the first 30 minutes, my mates and I gave Joe Corrigan hell, chanting "Ronnie Boyce, Ronnie Boyce, Ronnie Boyce" from about 10 steps back behind the goal. He was not happy, which made us do it even louder. Came the time when he turned around and our 13-year-old cojones shrivelled up as he gave us his 'death stare' for about 10 seconds. You've never seen little boys go quiet so quickly.

Later in the game, one of us shouted out "F**k off ref" only to have 40-50 adult Palace supporters instantly turn around and tell him off in no uncertain terms for bad language. Can you imagine it today?

Happy days.

Edited by Mr. Talons (13 Sep 2016 2.38pm)

I'd have had those 50 blokes' boot up my arse if I was around then if this is right...

nothing like football to release stress now and then

Edited by iheartcpfc (14 Sep 2016 4.27am)

Edited by iheartcpfc (14 Sep 2016 4.27am)