Old Man wroteGrimethorpe were a mare when I played sunday morning rugby. Was always a battle to see who could be the hardest team. Remember well as I was at centre the scrum just breaking up and everyone letting fly at each other at their place. My outside centre ran and butted one of their centres. I stood and let him get a right twatting as he always starting and never ever backed anyone up. He used to start the aggro but was always miraculously at the back when it ended.
That was over 20 years ago and he still brings it up every time I see him - soft cunt.
Mind you the pit bath showers were fucking mint.
Played against a few pit villages. Village used to turn up and form a line when you went to get changed. Talk about inimidating. After match entertainment was always good though - strippers in the working mens club.
Used to get young kids on clapped out motor bikes riding across the pitch with big coal sacks full of coal they had nicked.
