Through Gritted Teeth #35: Liverpool 1988
August 9, 2011 § 15 Comments
by Mike Counsell
Occasionally in life, something happens that is so alien, so counterintuitive, so brain-jarringly wrong that it makes you question whether there can ever again be such a thing as certainty. It was May the 14th 1988, FA Cup final day, and I was in the pub. Nothing unusual or counterintuitive about that, as anyone who knows me would confirm.
(Incidentally, as a digressing disclaimer, there will be errors of fact and attribution in this piece. Football is a game of passions and opinions, and I prefer the kind of truth that’s refracted through memory and experience rather than the kind that reflects, you know, what actually happened. The date I can vouch for, but I’m afraid that that constitutes the full extent of my research.) « Read the rest of this entry »
Through Gritted Teeth #18: Crystal Palace, 1990
June 9, 2011 § 2 Comments
by Dave Hartrick
Fellow Brighton fans please forgive me; it was a moment of weakness in mitigating circumstances. Allow me to explain …
1990 was a difficult year for a young me. Faced with a permanent move from Brighton to Huddersfield at the end of the school year, everything seemed to be changing. Not only was I being ripped from my comfortable Hove-centric world but my eldest brother was going away to university, my dad was away all week at his new job in Yorkshire and I had a hair where I’d never had a hair before. All in all, I was pretty damn miserable about things. « Read the rest of this entry »
Through Gritted Teeth #16: The Liverpool back four of the 1980s
June 2, 2011 § Leave a Comment
by Chris King
You know their voices. You may even be familiar with their faces.
But if you are a football fan that first drew breath sometime after the Stone Roses released their eponymous debut album, there’s every chance you won’t have seen my choice for “Through Gritted Teeth” play. You won’t have had the chance to understand why TV companies or Football Associations nowadays pay good money to present the direct opposite of their performances.
For my choice to acknowledge through gritted teeth is not one player, but part of a formation: the Liverpool back four of the 1980s. « Read the rest of this entry »
