anyone remember the bloke on the east terrace during the 70's selling peanuts. He seemed to target me by creeping up behind and scream PEANUTS!!. Scared the crap out of me every time.
Yeah....I remember him well, I think it was "peanuts ROASTED PEANUTS" haha, frightened the bloody life out of you, they were bloody nice though. How about the Roasted Chestnuts? now they were delicious! Happy days eh..............
Unshelled peanuts, possibly more than one guy, yeah he did shout. Also a horse chestnut seller I think. I was in the middle of the East stand in those days with my dad.
If we're talking east terrace, what about the gate half way up about in line with the penalty box (JS end). It cost you nine pence to get through to the halfway line, was free later on in the game.
Horse chestnut seller was also at to of Floyd Rd, my Dad used to get me some after the game,quite emotional remember ing ,days I will never get back
Sweet Chesnut guy did a raring trade and retired to Beckenham in 1976, the bloke selling the Horse Chesnuts went bankrupt an subsequently conkers, sad sad story!
I remember him very well, but the spooky thing was that if you occasionally went to another ground/game (e.g. Spurs) when we were playing somewhere distant, that guy used to turn up there as well. He seemed to cover every ground in London...
My pitch was very close to the players almost on the pitch!!! I remember being gobbed on several occasions when passing along the Jimmy Seed end with my tray of peanuts, early sixties I think.
I've told this story before .. BUT .. for a while, I used to take my then girlfriend to the Valley until she 'divorced' me for inflicting cruel and unusual punishment .. she used to laugh her head (notice my politeness here) off when the peanut man came round .. she was convinced he was yelling .. PENIS, PENIS .. hahaahhaahaha
I remember him I went to Arsenal v Sunderland with a Sunderland fan in the early eighties and was really surprised to see him there I think he alternated between the Valley and Highbury. I hate to say it but I suspect he made more money at Highbury.
Sweet Chesnut guy did a raring trade and retired to Beckenham in 1976, the bloke selling the Horse Chesnuts went bankrupt an subsequently conkers, sad sad story!
Ha ha, - your right of course. (Thought those conkers were hard to digest! )
I recall pranksters in the crowd shouting out ‘ere ah mate’ into their fisted hands. Peanut seller would get more and more enraged as he trudged up and down the terrace chasing non existent customers. On some occasions he’d be shouting, “Don’t mess me about”, almost as much as “Peanuts”.
My old man relented and let me make my first solo trip to the valley from abbey wood in the late 60's, I was under 10 yrs of age. I was so scared of losing my train ticket so I held it in my hand during the game until I dropped it on to the cinder track around the pitch. Being a very non street wise kid, jumping over the little red railings was not an option!!
Sorry to say but I cried thinking I would never see home again. Then along came the peanut seller who picked my ticket up and returned it to me. That peanut seller was my hero!!
As an aside, to top my first solo trip to the valley off, I forgot my dads advise not to get the first train home but to wait for the second because the first only stopped at woolwich then went fast to dartford. More tears as the train sped through abbey wood and left me stranded at dartford!! Dartford might as well have been on another planet!! Thanks to a couple of Charlton fans who saw my tears and scarf I managed to make it home.
Amazes me that I ever attempted that trip again !!
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He used to wander the terraces shouting “peanuts tanner a bag”.
How about the Roasted Chestnuts? now they were delicious!
Happy days eh..............
Peanuts. Roasted Peanuts.
The good old days....
A tanner being sixpence of course :-)
Ha ha, - your right of course. (Thought those conkers were hard to digest! )
Sorry to say but I cried thinking I would never see home again. Then along came the peanut seller who picked my ticket up and returned it to me. That peanut seller was my hero!!
As an aside, to top my first solo trip to the valley off, I forgot my dads advise not to get the first train home but to wait for the second because the first only stopped at woolwich then went fast to dartford. More tears as the train sped through abbey wood and left me stranded at dartford!! Dartford might as well have been on another planet!! Thanks to a couple of Charlton fans who saw my tears and scarf I managed to make it home.
Amazes me that I ever attempted that trip again !!