Eatonram

How much football do you watch? Virtually every team, particularly corners and set pieces brings everyone back to defend. It has certainly been the case at Derby since the Cox days. 

100%. The moaning disappears for weeks when we are winning AND playing well but as soon as we have a bad game AS ALL TEAMS DO up they pop like a fart in a phone box. 

100%. The moaning disappears for weeks when we are winning AND playing well but as soon as we have a bad game AS ALL TEAMS DO up they pop like a fart in a phone box. 

How much football do you watch? Virtually every team, particularly corners and set pieces brings everyone back to defend. It has certainly been the case at Derby since the Cox days. 

100%. The moaning disappears for weeks when we are winning AND playing well but as soon as we have a bad game AS ALL TEAMS DO up they pop like a fart in a phone box. 

100%. The moaning disappears for weeks when we are winning AND playing well but as soon as we have a bad game AS ALL TEAMS DO up they pop like a fart in a phone box. 

100%. The moaning disappears for weeks when we are winning AND playing well but as soon as we have a bad game AS ALL TEAMS DO up they pop like a fart in a phone box. 

100%. The moaning disappears for weeks when we are winning AND playing well but as soon as we have a bad game AS ALL TEAMS DO up they pop like a fart in a phone box. 

100%. The moaning disappears for weeks when we are winning AND playing well but as soon as we have a bad game AS ALL TEAMS DO up they pop like a fart in a phone box. 

It's probably OK to not like Warne's media personality without insulting his management credentials. I'm not sure if another manager would be doing better with this squad and it's limitations. Of course it's possible, but not a certainty. Also, no one other than those close to the management and owner have an insight into the budget constraints. All factors for consideration. 

Anti football??, sitting 11 men behind the ball , stopping the other team scoring with no effort to score yourself , constant fouls and time wasting, that’s anti football, we go out trying to win every game under warne and at times we leave ourselves open and if we are not on it we look poor, we don’t play anti football, we play a style YOU don’t like,
god this forum becomes a grind at times , lose a game and it’s the manger is garbage , every other player is garbage , every thread becomes a tool to trash our manager and fav scapegoat player 🤷🏻‍♂️🥲

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

Let me think now what was the phrase so often used  against us………oh yes, CHEATING b*******. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

I think if you could take  anyone under the age of about 35 whose only experienced football in modern all seater  stadia back in time to a game at the baseball ground in the 70s, they would be awestruck. Firstly everything was sort of grey and run down, grim and very working class. The streets were narrow, the housing really grim street after street, all red brick. The closer you got to the ground the more windows were boarded to stop a brick or bottle growing though. It was the underlying feeling of menace that is hard to describe and you got to be able to spot the signs of when something would kick off. Even then there was far more trouble outside the ground than in and some matches it would flare up all the way back to the station as away supporters got separated from each other. I couldn’t count the times I’ve been close to it but only once got a bit of a kicking from West Ham on Shaftesbury street, saved by a police horse galloping up the street giving out a bit of stick to the cockneys. Even at home Derby  didn’t have the numbers compared to Leeds or Man U but the warren of streets meant there would often be opportunity for the numbers to even out. My first away match at Hillsborough in 1969 saw a sizeable set to in tne kop and you got the tell tale separation in the crowd and then fists and boots flying. Although it was sort of horrible at times I’m glad I’ve got the memories as the experience of football from the terraces is gone forever. 

Not difficult to see we’ve lost a game (an irrelevant game at that) and suddenly the fact we’ve won 9 of the last 11 league games ( you know, the important ones) is forgotten and people start picking over the bones 🦴 of the last transfer window. I despair at our so called supporters. 

Not difficult to see we’ve lost a game (an irrelevant game at that) and suddenly the fact we’ve won 9 of the last 11 league games ( you know, the important ones) is forgotten and people start picking over the bones 🦴 of the last transfer window. I despair at our so called supporters. 

Not difficult to see we’ve lost a game (an irrelevant game at that) and suddenly the fact we’ve won 9 of the last 11 league games ( you know, the important ones) is forgotten and people start picking over the bones 🦴 of the last transfer window. I despair at our so called supporters.