![]() “Mind” says Ian, “I’m not sure that the substitute coming on will be much better.” The service, says the BBC, will now be run by the government. *Breaking news (as probably they say elsewhere): It’s 8am on Thursday when the BBC posts – and Ian Helps forwards – the news that TransPennine, subject of much hand-wringing hereabouts and across the North, has lost its train operatng franchise. “Both sides played well and we were entertained” he concludes. “A portly Wolvistonian broke free and chipped the keeper” Keith reports. City take the lad, trail 3-1, pull one back but are caught out when collectively upfield in search of an equaliser. Tonight it finally takes place, though moved to Stockton’ Town’s ground because Wolviston remains too wet.Ĭity, still seeking the season’s first win, include team manager Wayne Gredziak and his son, Brendon.Īdmission’s free. *It’s also Keith Nicholson who’s tried on several occasions to watch the Wearside League match between Wolviston and Durham City. Sans nourishment, the cauld lad walks elsewhere. The site of the pub is now a fish shop, says Keith. The local paper has on separate occasions termed him “Sunderland’s most celebrated ghost” and “Sunderland’s most celebrated involuntary nudist”, though the author may have been the same. That the spectre appeared naked may lend credence to the theory that he’d shout “I’m cauld” at supernatural intervals. Skelton’s ghost was said to stalk the castle at night, tidying the kitchen when it was left in a mess and upturning it when tidy. ![]() Either way, the boss wasn’t very happy about it. Some say he’d been caught in the hay with the baron’s lady wife, others – more heinously – that he’d slept in. The cauld lad was reputedly the ghost of Robert Skelton, a stable boy at Hylton Castle on Sunderland’s north-western skirts who fell foul of the baron, was slain and thrown into the duck pond. The joke about ice hockey is, withsome difficulty, resisted. ![]() “My territory, this” emails Keith Nicholson, adding that “cauld” is properly pronounced to rhyme with card. ![]() Later it became the Wearside Combination and had pub teams like the improbably named Cauld Lad. *Yesterday’s blog filled several column inches with memories of the Sunderland and District Nonconformist Brotherhood League (RIP), pondering upon the demise of Saturday afternoon football and Sunday morning worship. “The result was received with rapturous applause by the spectators” said The Field magazine. “All considered it to be the best game ever seen in Scotland” said the Aberdeen Journal (whose man may not have got out much or, indeed, at all). They seemed to think they’d had their bob’s worth. He also referred to the opposition as the Scotch, which later became whisky.Ī 4,000 crowd paid a shilling apiece, the game – so far as any might tell – ending goalless. “In our opinion the game becomes less scientific and a trial of charging and brute force.” “More than 11 we do not care to play” wrote FA secretary (and England captain) Charles Alcock, by way of challenge. It was Scotland v England, though all 11 of the Scots were registered with Queens Park and they may not always have been paying by the same rules. Nearby is the West of Scotland Cricket Ground where the rugby boys formerly played and where, St Andrew’s Day 1872, the first recognised football international took place. The ground’s in Milngavie, a suburb of Glasgow and the starting point of the West Highland Way. Kevin Ross’s nomination may be supposed a bit left-field – the West of Scotland Football Ground (above) is in fact a home of rugby, but the architecture’s impressive enough. Stylish as always, we looked the other day at art deco football grounds.
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