The good old days...

[BennyCake]

Football cards inside the sweetie cigarettes.
Panini stickers.

[From the Bunker]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

[Orior]

When everyone had thicker skin and got on with things..

So you are suggesting people today are all snowflakes. I'm offended by that.

lol

[Orior]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

[Lar Naparka]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

God between us and small farms, I could sing to that tune!

[Jim Bob]

1970s FA Cup Final days......Cup Final Grandstand

[Look-Up!]

Cavan Cola. Don't know how popular it was outside the county but it was the dog's b****x.

[Dinny Breen]

American Cream Soda. Loved that sh*t.

[johnnycool]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

Getting the good grape which still had the cross handle attached made all the difference too..

Being sent out to gather stones after the fields had been harrowed, stooking bales with the knots to the bottom and on the inside. Fresh milk straight out of the tank was so creamy you could stand a spoon in the glass, unreal stuff.

Braid/Maine raspberry lemonade on a Saturday night after your bath, all set for mass the next morning.

[Franko]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

Getting the good grape which still had the cross handle attached made all the difference too..

Being sent out to gather stones after the fields had been harrowed, stooking bales with the knots to the bottom and on the inside. Fresh milk straight out of the tank was so creamy you could stand a spoon in the glass, unreal stuff.

Braid/Maine raspberry lemonade on a Saturday night after your bath, all set for mass the next morning.

All very good but the bit in bold is a cracker.  That made some difference to how your day panned out!

[Look-Up!]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

Getting the good grape which still had the cross handle attached made all the difference too..

Being sent out to gather stones after the fields had been harrowed, stooking bales with the knots to the bottom and on the inside. Fresh milk straight out of the tank was so creamy you could stand a spoon in the glass, unreal stuff.

Braid/Maine raspberry lemonade on a Saturday night after your bath, all set for mass the next morning.

Tea out of the glass bottle and soda bread cheese sandwiches with tonnes of butter, be it in the meadow or on the bog, made all the hardship worth while.

[tbrick18]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

I can relate to this.
Add in working in the turf....my da would alway say we need to cut enough to do two years in case next summer was a bad summer and we didn't get any cut. We'd spend the whole summer back and forward getting that line of sunburn across your back just above your waistline, ate by midges and stretching the hamstrings to breaking point.
Working in the hay was the playstation of our generation!

[RedHand88]

Football cards inside the sweetie cigarettes.
Panini stickers.

These are back and very popular at the moment amongst the 30-40 year old demographic. But you wouldn't catch me buying them of course....

[laoislad]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

Getting the good grape which still had the cross handle attached made all the difference too..

Being sent out to gather stones after the fields had been harrowed, stooking bales with the knots to the bottom and on the inside. Fresh milk straight out of the tank was so creamy you could stand a spoon in the glass, unreal stuff.

Braid/Maine raspberry lemonade on a Saturday night after your bath, all set for mass the next morning.

Tea out of the glass bottle and soda bread cheese sandwiches with tonnes of butter, be it in the meadow or on the bog, made all the hardship worth while.

There was absolutely nothing like the sandwiches you would eat during a day at the bog. Nothing ever tasted as good as those bad boys. Was tough bloody work but I've great memories from it. The whole family out turning and footing turf.

[seafoid]

When FA Cup Final Saturday was the biggest day in the Soccer Calendar.

The Preview, the teams coming in on their buses, the interviews, the nostalgia!

You'd sit down and watch it the whole day - no matter who was in the final.

Lucky you. Farming slave labour meant the rest of us would spend Saturday's cleaning out calf houses, or filling muck spreaders from the dunghill with a grape, or pulling rag weeds or topping grass and so on and so forth.

Getting the good grape which still had the cross handle attached made all the difference too..

Being sent out to gather stones after the fields had been harrowed, stooking bales with the knots to the bottom and on the inside. Fresh milk straight out of the tank was so creamy you could stand a spoon in the glass, unreal stuff.

Braid/Maine raspberry lemonade on a Saturday night after your bath, all set for mass the next morning.

Tea out of the glass bottle and soda bread cheese sandwiches with tonnes of butter, be it in the meadow or on the bog, made all the hardship worth while.

There was absolutely nothing like the sandwiches you would eat during a day at the bog. Nothing ever tasted as good as those bad boys. Was tough bloody work but I've great memories from it. The whole family out turning and footing turf.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=F9IJSI2Ebzo