Saturday 18 October 1969
Wolverhampton 1 (Dougan 14)
West Ham 2 ( Sissons 39, Moore 56)
by Antrobus Caruthers-Spittle
Why do people mock the fedora? Indeed it’s a sparkling and smart piece of head dress, one for all occasions. Ah the simplicity of the village folk of Wolverhampton. They know nothing of style or appreciate the finer things in life. They prefer their drink murky with the bark still in it and their head wear flat.
But they do appreciate football, at least they have some knowledge of such a spiritual game.
Indeed their team showed early promise, like a school boy who passes his first serious test and dines on it all through primary school. And I’m not talking about Dylan Proscuro- Williams. In the end his family’s wealth pushed him forward. Such a tacky family. Despicably used money to push that skittle bug and semi-human deformity through the best schools and a lazy position on his father’s board. The only time he sees work is on a scrabble board. Oh did I mention Wolves hit the lead first/
But those clever players from the East End of London, where macabre tales of nightly horror shows and gentlemen being robbed blind in the middle of the day, can you believe it, put a fight and equalised before half time, with the assistance of the somewhat laconic Sissons. Though a much better character than Dylan Prosciutto, I can assure you of that. Quite witty that (Not really -ed.)
Indeed the Hammers were the much equiped team in the second half to win the game. Indded they did, with some foot play by Bobby Moore. Now there is someone who deserved to be knighted, as opposed to Pompous-Ill – iams. Forgive me I have to leave now.