I guess this is one for the oldies.
Reading Drinking During the Game blog the other day there was a comment re the Covered End which rang very true to me.
In the "real" days of the CE (before seating etc) is was a PLACE. Sure there was no real food,toilets,booze,shop,etc and when a goal was scored in could be dangerous and lets not forget it was violent,racist,homophobic, etc etc (most places were of course) but it had something------it meant something to me.
Loved going there and seeing if the"middle park"boys would turn up ot "The Greenwich" or "Gravesend" or " The Welling skins" etc. So many many mates made from that shed like end of the ground----the parties---the girls----the holidays---the court apperances--weddings----the christenings---and now sadly the funerals.
A good few years back i tried to get the old Covered End together----Chelsea Shed had just done something similar. It was the time of "Maze Hill" and maybe the way it was done was wrong, but it was a failure really and although it cost me a few quid i was glad we tried.
It left me wondering at the time if i had totaly lost the plot and maybe the CE only really meant something to me. reading DT`s blog i know that i wasnt alone and wonder what those of you who was there in the "day" think of that strange peice of terrace with a cover ?
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God bless the CE, in my heart still at the Valley of Dreams, London SE7.
I hated it when it got 'took', it mystified me when I was younger why more effort wasn't made to hold onto it....for example I will never forget the turnout we had for Birmingham in the early eighties....a good 2-3000 firm in there that day, if those same 2-3000 were in there against the likes of Chelsea, Spurs, West Ham and Millwall it would have made things 'very interesting' and there is no way Wednesday would have took it in that FA Cup match. I do remember when Chelsea had 4/5ths of it but our 'lads' held the last 1/5th through-out the game (early 80's)....good on the f-block.
On a more positive note I met some good lads in there (we tended to stand at the back in the middle....the main men were d & f block), these lads were mainly from Abbey Wood and Thamesmead and our lot often joined in with them and went away together as well.
Great memories, far too many to mention.
Remember going through the covered end turnstiles and some Charlton Mod cracking some away fans (sorry cant remember which club) with his crash helmet on the steps up into the back of the covered end, he must have done 3-4 of them. All on the pitch v Sunderland, kicking off in the middle of the pitch. Getting nicked and put in the holding pen behind the mains stand with loads of pissed Plymouth fans, I was the only Charlton in there. That was nice!!!
It was of the time, but I cant help but feel its better now, if only cos I like sitting down ;o)
Scoring and tumbling down the terraces.
Friday night atmosphere always the best.
Preston promotion game ...Covered End so loud.
Bar at halftime ...many going down 5 minutes before and getting back 5 minutes late.
Middle Park, Cherry Orchard, Blackheath Village, Royal Standard, Greenwich ...and many other crews.
PC Jim.
Being kicked down the terrace after ...probably stupidly ...standing up to West Hams' Mile End mob.
Chelsea fire.
Beating both Spurs and Chelsea over the course of a bank holiday weekend.
Sharing the Covered End with SheffWed and refusing to move despite some obvious 'hardware' being displayed.
Trying to get enough together to take Covered End back from the Spanners ...with very infrequent success.
Bogs behind the Covered End ...haaa, just a brick wall basically.
I was showing my son the old picture of the Covered End in the Brighton program last weekend and telling him, that was the real Covered End ...what memories, barely scraped the surface with this post.
yeah they were the days......lost all my mates from that time now.....not a clue where any of them are....but whilst friends may fade, memories however 'scant' will always be with me. Now its a different generation and l hope those in the North Upper now enjoy it as much as we did in the old and still Covered End (for me).....I've never lost that buzz even on my rare visits back it all comes flooding back.
We would gradually stroll up to the top of the East Terrace during the last 5-10 minutes for a quick getaway out of the Sam Bartram entrance (Landsdowne Mews to you young 'uns) when the final whistle blew.
As above, loved those Friday evening fixtures.
ps. Sorry for missing out Black Les...he was f**king 'ard.
The Old Covered End.
I came from the Elephant & Castle and always seemed to arrive early.
The times I stood behind the goal and wondered if we would have enough bodies to keep out the oppo.
Fulham at Christmas; watching them walk around the back of the main stand and come into the CE - and get pummeled back. Then the jeers of the whole crowd as they walked back to the other end.
Millwall; embarrassed to my boots because only the girls would sing.
Chelsea the fire - and then revenge 3 x over!
Portsmouth and the charge around the East stand and over the fences
Away at Arsenal and holding our own in the North Bank.
This is 60's and 70's but great memories
Unfortunately the younger fans will never get the feeling or excitement of those times.
Just meeting all your mates, standing together through the rough times.
The rows were part but not all of it.
It was all about the social occasion.
A lot of the people you saw you may have been on just knodding terms but you knew them and they knew you.
I can't pick out an individual memory because all the memories, good or bad, make me smile.
Portsmouth I'm sure must have been early 80s, certainly remember loads from both firms jumping over the fence between east & south terrace. The fence wasn't there I don't think in the 70s, if there was a fence they wasn't a gate along the pathway.
Happy days lol
I share many of the memories but most of all how the CE seemed to be ram full, all standing. all singing, loads of scarves above heads doing "You'll never walk alone", cascading down the terracing when a goal was scored, "Knees up mother Brown". Remember in particular one game in the late 60s against Norwich - we were 0-3 down at half time and fought back to 3-3. I was nearly deafened by the roars, and lost my voice for about 3 days after. Not such a great fan of the times our end was "taken" but usually won it back - me generally being behind my big brother who was (and still is) a bit tasty :-)