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Stuart Dean

Born in 1946 in Bignall End, I’ve been a Port Vale fan for 75 years and never imagined that I wouldn’t see us win another League Championship after enjoying two Championship sides within the space of 5 years – 1954 and 1959. As a youngster I played cricket for Alsagers Bank, Bignall End (winning the Kidsgrove League) and Wood Lane. I left for the North-East of England in 1966 but continued to support the Vale and regularly attend matches. I spent the majority of my working life in heavy industry in the North-East, where I met and married my wife, Lynn. She, like myself, comes from a family of coal miners. I’m now retired and spend my time researching family history, playing the occasional frame of snooker and exploring the world of digital photography.

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Rob Fielding

A brilliant read Stuart, I’m delighted to be able to post your memories on the OVF site. They are a great historical record of what it was like to be a Vale fan at the time. Thanks for writing them.

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Alan Jackson

I too have fond memories of the early days at Vale Park, especially the first year of Division Four with Vale as champions. We lived at Newstead and my dad would take me to Hanley on the bus, where we would meet up with my Uncle Ernie, and then on the bus to Burslem. I was no older than five or six and I too would be lifted over the paddock turnstile and then moved down to the front. I cannot remember the name of the patrolling policeman, but we all spoke to him by name and he knew we would be back on the wall as soon as he had gone. Great times to be a Vale fan. I loved the black and amber stripes of the strip and as with the Newcastle United strip in their European years I am sure the vertical stripes made the players look bigger than the opposition. I am still Vale through and through and even though I have lived away from the Potteries since 1969 I get to as many away games as I can from places I have lived.

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Ian Mountford

Being an Old Codger myself I to recall a lot of these games. The thing that looking back highlights more than anything, is how money has spoilt the game. With the maximum wage limit being In forced, and away teams getting a share of home gate receipts, it made everyone seemingly to be on a more of a level playing field. The chances of Vale having two future England internationals as in Bill Mcgarry and Ronnie Allen coming through their ranks are almost none. The influx of T.V. Money and Sponsorship deals has just driven a financial gap between teams that will never be reversed. Experienced players no longer need to come down the leagues nor seemingly rise through them. For me everything has changed for the worse.

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Peter Heath

I very much enjoyed reading Stuart Dean’s memoirs.
My first memory of watching The Vale was catching glimpses of them through the rusty corrugated iron that surrounded the Old Recreation Ground, I was walking along Swan Passage at the time.
My Dad eventually took me to see them. I recall cindery slopes and crush barriers on which I was seated . Health and Safety?
I was fortunate to obtain tickets for the Blackpool Cup game, and also the Semi Final. The defeat was bad enough but what made it worse was Ronnie Allen scoring the winning goal.

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Geoff Seabridge

A great article Stuart. We must be of a similar age as my dad & grandad took me to my first match at Vale Park as a near-six year old in the 1953/54 season. So many coincidences; I too, started my Vale viewing from the Lorne Street Paddock (right of the tunnel, Bycars side, too!) And in later years also migrated to the Railway Paddock and then (and still to this day, Railway Stand). I was also at the 3 big-crowd games you mention. Blackpool in 1954, Liverpool repaly 1964 (my dad who was a policeman, was on special duty at the ground that night and he estimated that there were around 65,000 crammed into the ground that night!) I was also at the Villa cup match. You and I have certainly seen & shared some amazing memories and also throughout those 70+ years, sadly, a load of dross. But you, like me are still Vale through & through and will be, no doubt, until our last breaths! Incidentally, I met Ken Fish on many occasions as in those days I attended the methodist church in Norton. Ken was a methodist lay-preacher on the circuit that included Norton.

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