Posh's 1994/95 Season
You're So... We're So... This is dedicated to Woody (my son Daniel). A dad always dreams of a son who comes to football with him and Woody has done so. That's the way God planned it: That's the way God planned it Toby. Billy Preston 1969 The End and the Beginning Thank you to all those who have stood (and I emphasise the word 'stood') on the Glebe Road side of the Posh ground over the past few years. Next season we will have to sit down and watch Peterborough United if we want to stay on the Glebe Road side. Time has marched on and a stand is to be built on our beloved concrete. No more stamping feet to keep warm. No more wandering about. No more dandelions. It is very self-indulgent, I know, but I I would particularly like to thank Woody, Les, Trevor, Stewart, Colin, Geoff 'the Pieman', Steve, Jack, 'Eastern Gas', David, Derek, Angus, Phil Walden, Vern and the gang for their friendship, jokes and extra strong mints. But, most of all, I would like to recognise all those people that we all nod to, or say 'hello' to - the sort of folk whose names we never get to find out, the people who just go down in folklore as 'the Man Behind Me', 'the Mick Halsall Fan Club' or 'the man with the Dodgy Glasses', people who, if we were to meet on the sea front at Great Yarmouth in high summer, we would greet like long-lost friends.
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