[Desperately Seeking Susans]

Take yourself back to when kids used to play football in the streets, despite harassment from the police. I'm trying to remember the name of the red plastic ball with the dimples on it. Can anyone remember the name?
'Wembly', the white ball with the black markings was probably the best.

[Reidy1987]

Desperately Seeking Susans, on Mar 5 2006, 18:09, said:

Take yourself back to when kids used to play football in the streets, despite harassment from the police. I'm trying to remember the name of the red plastic ball with the dimples on it. Can anyone remember the name?
'Wembly', the white ball with the black markings was probably the best.

Was it a Frido or something like that?

[cockles1987]

Was mouldmaster the ball your talking about. I hope it was withdrawn because it brings back memories of so much pain.

This post has been edited by cockles1987: 05 March 2006 - 19:17

[Herbie]

Yup, I think you're talking about the instrument of torture that was the Mitre Mouldmaster. There was nothing like the pain of a Mouldmaster scudding aff your ear on a freezing February morning, leaving bits of red blaize embedded in yer heid.

[Desperately Seeking Susans]

cockles1987, on Mar 5 2006, 18:32, said:

Was moldmaster the ball your talking about. I hope it was withdrawn because it brings back memories of so much pain.

Oh! I remember that one! Yes, pain! That ball was the favourite for school football. It was more brown in colour. If you weren't being smacked on the thigh with Mouldmaster then you'd getting scraped to death by th red ash pitch!

[brierie bud]

Getting hit in the balls with a Mouldmaster when I was about 11 was one of the most painfull things I have ever experienced.

[FTOF]

brierie bud, on Mar 5 2006, 19:08, said:

Getting hit in the balls with a Mouldmaster when I was about 11 was one of the most painfull things I have ever experienced.

I too experienced that misfortune with a Mitre mouldmaster.However, on impact , as the ball rebounded off my bollocks, the surge of pain allowed me to unleash a 20 yard screamer into the top corner, before I collapsed in agony onto the red blaise. Think I was in 3rd year at the time.

f**king hated those footballs.

[Reidy1987]

Yeh, the mitre mouldmaster was the most evil instrument of torture known to man. I'm sure I still have ETRIM tatood on my thigh.

[Reidy1987]

Reidy1987, on Mar 5 2006, 20:16, said:

Yeh, the mitre mouldmaster was the most evil instrument of torture known to man. I'm sure I still have ETRIM tatood on my thigh.

Or even ERTIM

[whosyirdaddy]

I remember the Mitre, and yes it was painful memories....

In primary 4, the big yins (primary 7s) allowed me to play football wtih them and I jumped up off the ground as the guy I was trying to get the ball off of hit a shot but rather than it being a low shot it was a mid air one, the ball fecked me in the face and I got knocked out

[southside saint]

I remember playing for the BB u-17s at Netherlee when I was 12. A white mitre slammed into my bollocks from a free kick. Just remember my dad shouting "Don't you F***ing cry! Don't you F***ing cry!" as I slumped to the ground. Auld baistirt

[Killie Saint]

Desperately Seeking Susans, on Mar 5 2006, 18:09, said:

Take yourself back to when kids used to play football in the streets, despite harassment from the police. I'm trying to remember the name of the red plastic ball with the dimples on it. Can anyone remember the name?
'Wembly', the white ball with the black markings was probably the best.

I'm sure the red/orange ball you mean was called "Captains Ball".
I remember when I was about six it was my ambition to play with one of these as "bigger boys" used them. I got one and couldn't kick the bloody thing against the garage door because it was too heavy compared to the fly-away's (with all the football team names on) I had been playing with.

[North Sea Saint]

whosyirdaddy, on Mar 5 2006, 20:22, said:

I remember the Mitre, and yes it was painful memories....

In primary 4, the big yins (primary 7s) allowed me to play football wtih them and I jumped up off the ground as the guy I was trying to get the ball off of hit a shot but rather than it being a low shot it was a mid air one, the ball fecked me in the face and I got knocked out

Is that how you're lugs are so big

[spirit of 77]

Ah, the wonderful "mouldie".

You get to high school (in my case St Aelred's) and for the last few weeks of the summer you are sent running round the grounds during your double PE. October comes and out you go to the basketball court, then it is gymnastics till christmas.

Then the fun starts, January arrives ( a real january, not the sub-tropical nonsense we get today) and we at last get to play footie. the temperature is a baw-hair above freezing and the psychopath appointed as the PE teacher announces that we are to brave the 60 mph breeze and horizontal hail stones and play "bibs v skins". You turn blue, then purple, and then a previously undiscovered shade of grey as you trot out on the field of dreams. Then someone rolls the ball in front of the freak that looks as though someone has made a mistake on his birth certificate. A 12 year old with a moustache and a serious height and weight advantage over every teacher in school. He cant tie his laces or stop the drool from soaking his semmit, but my he can hit a mouldie. From five yards away he cannons a shot into the inside of you thigh, you tried to evade it but the cold stops your legs from responding properly. Oh the pain. Women who complain about the pain of childbirth should be taken outside, hosed down with icy water for ten minutes then hit with a mouldie. Then they will truly know pain.

My eyes are still watering and somehow writing it all down doesnt seem to help. Mines is a scarred generation.

This post has been edited by spirit of 77: 05 March 2006 - 22:11

[North Sea Saint]

spirit of 77, on Mar 5 2006, 22:09, said:

Ah, the wonderful "mouldie".

You get to high school (in my case St Aelred's) and for the last few weeks of the summer you are sent running round the grounds during your double PE. October comes and out you go to the basketball court, then it is gymnastics till christmas.

Then the fun starts, January arrives ( a real january, not the sub-tropical nonsense we get today) and we at last get to play footie. the temperature is a baw-hair above freezing and the psychopath appointed as the PE teacher announces that we are to brave the 60 mph breeze and horizontal hail stones and play "bibs v skins". You turn blue, then purple, and then a previously undiscovered shade of grey as you trot out on the field of dreams. Then someone rolls the ball in front of the freak that looks as though someone has made a mistake on his birth certificate. A 12 year old with a moustache and a serious height and weight advantage over every teacher in school. He cant tie his laces or stop the drool from soaking his semmit, but my he can hit a mouldie. From five yards away he cannons a shot into the inside of you thigh, you tried to evade it but the cold stops your legs from responding properly. Oh the pain. Women who complain about the pain of childbirth should be taken outside, hosed down with icy water for ten minutes then hit with a mouldie. Then they will truly know pain.

My eyes are still watering and somehow writing it all down doesnt seem to help. Mines is a scarred generation.

Who was you're PE Teachers, I had Peter Reid and Ron Wylie, when I was there

[Toon Saint]

North Sea Saint, on Mar 5 2006, 22:17, said:

I had Peter Reid and Ron Wylie, when I was there

These all boys schools have a lot to answer for.

[Herbie]

spirit of 77, on Mar 5 2006, 22:09, said:

. Women who complain about the pain of childbirth should be taken outside, hosed down with icy water for ten minutes then hit with a mouldie. Then they will truly know pain.

(Note to self..... NEVER say that to the missus......NEVER say that t.......)

[Desperately Seeking Susans]

Reidy1987, on Mar 5 2006, 18:10, said:

Was it a Frido or something like that?

Reidy,

'Frido' does ring a bell. You've provided the best reply so far.

[Reidy1987]

Desperately Seeking Susans, on Mar 6 2006, 18:36, said:

You've provided the best reply so far.

Jings, it's not often someone says something like that to me

[farmer john]

How about Wembley Club Trainer DSS, came in a box, it was orange and kind of dimpled but different from the school footballs.

I used to love the black and white hexagonal patern balls.......whenever I got a new one I would take it to bed with me......I loved a new ball...the smell, the feel.

But did not need to buy balls very often, I just had to go a walk to the shore and most times there would be a perfectly good ball waiting for me........it was always me that took the balls to school......

Still find balls down there but not nearly as many now, or maybe I am not looking.