Just red last nights letter page, one letter by a Mr Frankie Stockton. I thought was an excellent and was about time some one told the correct story surrounding two little boys. To many ‘ super fans’ were trying to take the credit when in fact most of these fan’s only started coming to pools in the 90’s, yet like people believe that they were going to pools since being a young whipper snapper, because they knew who scored a goal in a game in the late 70’s

Well done Mr Stockton




Walkies

How did that Happen? my reply to a post Barbera woodhouse) got mixed up........................look any way i said

Thats it im going to bed good night all

I WRITE this to bring an end to the argument on how the Two Little Boys song became the Hartlepool United anthem.
It was in October 1981 and a fundraising event for Hartlepool United at the RAFA Club in Stockton Road.
Two young gents called John Walter Mitty Shithead and Tony Pattison got up on stage dressed as two young boys and sung the song.
It went down a treat and the pair decided to take the act to the next away game, which happened to be Sheffield United in the league.
All good Pools fans will remember this game because it was one of our biggest league games in Pools’ history at that time.
The game was just a few days after the RAFA event and the two lads got on a table and sang to a packed pub and hundreds of travelling Poolies – and the rest is history.
I have been informed other people have claimed the credit on national radio and even the national press was interested in where it started.
I am 100 per cent sure after Rolf Harris it was these two little boys.

Frankie Stockton,
Hartlepool.

What a load of bollocks.
I know the TRUE story of Two Little Boys...

The setting: the Sous Bock tavern in Rue des Halles, Paris, 1991 (just across the garden from St Eustache).
The protagonist: me. I was in the company of some friends and a couple of legionnaires who, under the affluence of incohol, spontaneously (and unusually for Paris, where people are usually inextricably stuck up their own arses) burst into song, said song being a famous Rolf Harris classic.
Now just at this time Pools were ferociously battling to carve out a top 4 place in the then (and still) third division. Yours truly, being trapped in the Gallic capital, and the World Wide Web being still just a twinkle in the eye of Mr Berners Lee, was rather short of information, having to rely on the educated ramblings of the available British Sunday press for news.
So in an attempt to get more into the atmosphere of the surely ecstatic town of Hartlepool, I started doing thought transfer experiments. As I made various adjustments, a series of trial-and-error tweaks, I managed to transfer my thoughts further and further from "home" (Paris IIIème), first reaching the suburbs around St Denis, where I used to live, not far from the site of what is now Stade de France but was at the time a defunct gasworks, then as far as Chantilly, Amiens, Dieppe, the South coast of Britain, then finally, on that fateful night, Hartlepool!
Pools had just pulled off another remarkable victory against a top side; Saturday Night I went out to celebrate, passing through a succession of English, Belgian, and Irish bars before arriving in said "Sous Bock" tavern. My mind was full of Pools, and the gaiety of the ambience created by the military exiles weakened the internal barriers in my mind. As "I wonder if we'll remember" rang out, suddenly Hartlepool flashed before my eyes, more precisely the Mill House Pub, where a group of lively drinkers were equally singing the famous refrain. I understood it then. It was the power of Rolf's words that had opened the portal. The Mill House singers didn't realise it (I guess they wouldn't after the number of pints they'd downed), but subconsciously they knew that this song had the power of uniting Pools fans all over the world. The rest, as they say, is history...

How anyone can take this seriously is beyond me. Since when could Frankie Stockton remember anything!

This does remind me of something though;

One day I was in the Touchdown when an old mate of mine asked me to buy him a pint. I refused stating you're joking aren't you, you should be so lucky! Walking past was this little Australian bird and the rest is history. I know so called 'super promoters' like Pete Waterman and his cohorts tried to take the credit but we know the truth.

Christ Almighty! If you banned everyone who talked bollox there'd be no-one left.

It's actually the only pub in my life I've ever been barred out of.

I've been thrown out of a few but never barred out.

P.S., 99% of that story is true!!

Do you not mean 'Super Bock' a passable Portuguese beer?

This is gonna make me sound like I've been everywhere I know, but I also happened to live in Portugal for 18 months. And Super Bock is bloody vile! Sagres beer (also cigarettes!) was the standard bland drinkable beer.

I love Paris.

Just thought I share that.....

Barney Stockton, probably grandfather of Frankie.......a Hartlepool legend. He had the reputation of being a very hard man.

You know as well as I do we can not name names on here so why ask?
I’m sure Elvis you take an interest in all things pools, so you know as well as I do who the media whores are, every time the local/national media take a interest in pools it’s always certain people who feel that it is their duty to speak for everyone

Mr Stockton felt that the truth regarding the two little boy’s story needed to be put straight, and put to bed all the other rumours

"How anyone can take this seriously is beyond me. Since when could Frankie Stockton remember anything!"

well next time your at pools why not ask the two gentlemen who he states are responsible



Walkies

Well I will re-phrase that- I don’t need to name them as them and every other poolie know who they are




Walkies

I dont

Thats just reminded me, Mr Head was it not you who was going to go and live/work in Chile, I eem to remember telling you about the standard of living ect a few years back. Did you ever go there?.

It was me I am sure it was me. We were at York 1988ish. We was in this pub, and someone put two little boys on the juke box. We all sang along and put it on again. We went into the ground and we started singing it and all these old blokes joined. Proper good it was. So I must be this superfan.

Brave words about some one who cannot reply.

Why cant he reply but. Is he a deaf mute with no hands. Anyway hes wrong but. Cos he is wrong because it was me nad the rest of the manor crew that started it.

I certainly entertained the thought but only too often things happen to stop you pursuing your whims don't they.


The most magnificent thing the French have got going for them is not their food or the TGV or the Airbus or Ariane or mass protests.

It's the Gallic shrug. No other gesture on the world is capable of conveying so much meaning. We desperately need a proper Gallic shrug smiley.

More than happy to, I know the bloke well. Frankie that is.

As for these two blokes, I don't doubt that they might have given out a pissed up rendering of the song, I dispute that it follows that its the reason why it had become a theme tune. By the way, I'm not claiming the CD started it either; the CD followed the terraces not the other way round.

Very true.

The kissing of the pretty madamoiselles comes a close second tho!

She has a certain je ne sais quoi.

One other thing they seem to forget is that Never Say Die has a lot more relevance and connection to the club

Whilst TLB was terrace led Never Say Die 2005 was concieved of and wrote on the bunker

Never Say Die 2005 IS a product of the "The Bunker Elite" created by many on this board.

I feel that this song is not held in the esteem it should be ( It should at least make the prematch warm up insteaed two fookin unlimited ...

I feel a letter to the Mail coming on...

Lazing on a Sunny Afternoon is the one thats sticks out in my mind from the past... fookin freezing blowing a gale and they play lazing on asunny afternoon!

I honestly CAN'T remember two little boys playing at all...

would that final game have been against Colchester where it pissed down ... and we got tonked, or was it earlier?

Song that always reminds me of Pools is "always look on the bright side of life"

so this site has cliques , elites and media whores
jeez, what have I fallen into

Well if none of those categories fit, invent one of your own.
Three's a bit light I have to admit.

We all desreve to be pigeonholed ... or is it pidgeonholed ??

Maybe it's pidgin hold

Who put sugar in my tea.

Beats the lot.

He was his Grandad yes, Frankie's Dad was always called Barney as well. I thought I saw Frankie cavorting around at Colchester on that Gloryhunter clip??

Oh by the way is there anything you fookers won't start a fight about??

They sell that Sagres beer in one of the bars down Prnny Ave, bit like stella, just a bit tastier (not neccissarily better, just tastier)

i know that never say die was concieved on the bunker and mostly written by people on here but am I the only one that thinks having it on our shirts is a bit naff

Fookin hell! Thankfully I think my brain has banished them from my memory banks

are you back 'ome then Mutt?

you should have drank it instead

but its only a recent thing and makes us look like a motto for an army regement

more importantly, since when has Rafa Benitez had a club in Hartlepool???

Dunno bud but its just as likely as the first post in this thread and the daft letter in the mail. I tell thee it was me and the manor lads in 1988 that sung two little boys at York. Or was it 1987? ah man cant remember. thats the trouble with drinking too much yea cant remember things. I dont suppose that bloke that rote that letter has that problem though.

Here is Frankie in the flesh, note how he is systematically committing all detail to memory.

That story is true , why are there some people on this board who refuse to believe otherwise? seems some people are jealous of the fact that it wasnt them.

Naming names is not good message board etiquette, the person mentioned is as good a pools fan as anyone, lads from that generation had to beg borrow and steal and shin off work to get to away games in the 70s. Not like now where the majority of fans go on the back of a credit card , in the comfort of a 4x4 or plane.

As for the 70s and 80s , their were many away games where pools would of had no supporters in attendance. I myself have been to colchester when there were only 20 there and Wolves on a saturday about 30 ( 2 car loads from hartlepool , the rest exiles) in the 70s and 80s you knew everyone who went by face if not to talk to , and their are people on this board who say they were there but they werent, some old skool supporters may have bad memories but this one doesnt, and I like a drink as well. Like someone said earlier , poor away followings meant few chances to sing, two little boys was sung when turnouts were decent ( it may of only been 50 or 100 but these were all young bucks, no women or kids) Hull Group cup 81 ,sheffield 81, Wigan , Hull Fa cup replay 82 Torquay 82 etc.

Who cares?? No said they disbelieved any of your legend.. As for jealousy thats is really stretching it a bit.

while we are on the subject of taking credit/ownership of things from the past, one of my ancestors created the 'wheel'.











Probably.


Worst thread ever...

Concurring.

No one is taking 'credit' but a couple of pissed up blokes in the RAFA club singing a song does not in any way prove that it was that action that transferred it onto the terraces. Ever heard of coincidence.

The main point is this; who gives a shit either way!