“Ah’ll sithee”

The seventies. Party Sevens, power cuts, Wombles. Mateus Rosé. Sitting in a hearing-aid beige Austin with a square steering wheel, waiting for the AA man.

It’s thursday, 5.15pm on Yorkshire Televison. Here’s the legendary Frederick Sewards Trueman as a sort of cardigan-bound public bar Ted Hughes, presenting Indoor League, an unashamed celebration of working class pub ‘sports’.

‘The biggest bonanza of sporting skill i’ve ever clapped eyes on’ says the veteran of nearly 70 test matches, candidate for greatest-ever English fast bowler and cult figure of Yorkshire cricket’s golden years.

Is that an unsparkled pint? In Leeds?

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5 Responses to “Ah’ll sithee”

  1. Bailey says:

    I like everything about that clip, especially his pipe.

  2. Fantastic isn’t it? The past really was another country.

  3. dickvandyke says:

    Nah then. Smashing piece lad.
    “That’s a flopper”. Dave Lanning and the great Keith Macklin commentating. By the way, The Irish Centre recently unveiled a Blue Plaque to the ‘Birthplace of Televised Darts’. http://www.guardian.co.uk/sport/2010/nov/29/plaque-pub-darts-leeds
    No arm wrestling on display on these early clips.
    As you point out, the dodgy beer in a dimple glass was clearly atypical of Leeds and possibly as geniune as Newton & Ridleys..

  4. Affer says:

    Of course, FS Trueman had a (half?) share in a pub on Skipton High Street, called without too much irony, The Yorkshireman. It was a bloody awful pub serving bloody awful beer, and full of a certain type of bloody awful Yorkshiremen (ie FS Truemans manqué). I once collected a charity tenner from one of its drunken dealer-boots-and-tweed-jacket-with-Tattersall-check-shirt clientele, for failing to bring a West Indian steel band to town……the racist comment that came with it is best left unrecorded. I suspect FS knew more about supping the stuff than selling it – and perhaps that’s why it is now Boots, the chemist!

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