Photo courtesy of Bolton Archives & Local Studies
with permission
Front row second from right Oswald Dagnall
St
Marks used to have the usual grudge matches against Victoria school
just up the road, On one occasion two minutes from the end with the
score line at 1-1 St marks were given a penalty, Geoff Mort in goal
for Victoria and Bill Bibby taking the penalty. The whistle went and
Bill ran forward to kick the ball, but instead put his foot in a puddle
and fell flat on his face.
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St Marks 1934 Football Team
Teachers
Left Mr Brickles future Head and right Mr Harold S D Bonser
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My dad is in this photo. His name was Oswald Dagnall, front row
second from the right. Linda Oldham
Football I have never got on particularly well with the game ever
since we were introduced to the game in the yard on the Church
side of the school. We were lined up in some sort of formation
and told to stand rigidly still, on the pain of death. Guess what?
I'd just had a few weeks off lying prone in bed with some stuff
dripped into my eyes, which had made it so I could 't see, in
an attempt to cure my poor eyesight.
I'd come back to school in a partially sighted fashion and sure
enough, here we were in the yard about to play football, with
no glasses allowed. So when a ball hit me in the face at three
hundred miles an hour, kicked by someone who obviously knew exactly
how to punt a ball, down I went like a stone. No contest. it took
me ages to get over my football phobia. my eyesight got infinitely
better as time went by and I'm always on the lookout for footballs
heading for my nose at high velocity whenever I'm walking near
kids playing. Ian Edmundson Class of 1970
St
Marks used to have the usual grudge matches against Victoria school
just up the road, On one occasion two minutes from the end with the
score line at 1-1 St marks were given a penalty, Geoff Mort in goal
for Victoria and Bill Bibby taking the penalty. The whistle went and
Bill ran forward to kick the ball, but instead put his foot in a puddle
and fell flat on his face.
Football I have never got on particularly well with the game ever
since we were introduced to the game in the yard on the Church
side of the school. We were lined up in some sort of formation
and told to stand rigidly still, on the pain of death. Guess what?
I'd just had a few weeks off lying prone in bed with some stuff
dripped into my eyes, which had made it so I could 't see, in
an attempt to cure my poor eyesight.