"when football was truly working class "

When I was a kid in the seventies, I remember always noticing the blokes with big hair and hairy faces. Teddy Boys. Not boys, but grown men, perfect quiff's, neat sidewackers and bootlace tie.

As I got into my teens, and the Teds slowly disappeared, I realised more and more of what these modern day ageing Teds were about. They were part of a time that can never be repeated, a buzz that can never be beaten and never be forgotten. It made them fell whole, invincible, as good as it gets. They spend the rest of there lives looking for that buzz. They all wanted to be Elvis. I remember being stood on the Kop around 1984, in me Adidas Trimm Trab, Lee Fades and Pink Lacoste T-Shirt, and looking at this old Teddy Boy. I actually thought to meself "that's fuckin' sad, when will he grow up, the greasy arld get!"

I'm in my thirties now. I've still got me Trimm Trabb. I've still got a pink Lacost. I've still got a Fila Borg jacket. I feel excellent strutting out in me Grand Slam and Lyle and Scott casmere. Truth is, in my own way, I'm no different to the Teds.

I am proud to say that I am part of a breed, of a culture. There are millions of us still out there. We know who we are. The subtle Croc, a pair of Borg Elite, something Fila that's 20 years old. The signs are always there.

This site is devoted to our culture and our love of it.

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