
Gary Forster
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@do1_1982 @DaveRyder1412 Last one to win anything for England wasn’t he 😂. Gutted he bombed gazza like. We were excellent with him though the harsh beckham sending off stopped us from winning it.
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@GaryFoz78 @DaveRyder1412 Hoddle was a good coach… terrible manager
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@do1_1982 @DaveRyder1412 Remove hoddle. He was very good. Though you’re 💯 correct. How can we invest so much in coaches and St George park and still feel the need to bring a foreign manager in.
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@ThornabyFC_ Sorry to hear this. Best wishes and speedy recovery to Shaun. He was superb against during the week. Great lad
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Game has been abandoned following an injury to Shaun Ryder.
Everyone at Thornaby FC are behind you Shaun!
#OneClub

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Great achievement by the lads. Got to keep going for now but this is a great achievement. Best matty has ever looked as well 😂😂
Guisborough Town F.C.@guistownfc
𝗔 𝗦𝗨𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗕 𝗪𝗜𝗡 𝗠𝗘𝗔𝗡𝗦 𝗪𝗘’𝗩𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗪 𝗚𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗘𝗔𝗚𝗨𝗘 𝗦𝗘𝗔𝗦𝗢𝗡 𝗨𝗡𝗕𝗘𝗔𝗧𝗘𝗡 𝗔𝗧 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗞𝗘𝗩𝗜𝗡 𝗘𝗘𝗗𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗗 𝗞𝗚𝗩
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@GaryFoz78 Last home game, when she had to leg it off the pitch before the end 🤣🤣
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Great team performance on Sunday 👏🏼👏🏼. Well done kid😘
Norton Ladies FC@NortonLadies
Ruby Forster was awarded the POTM award against Huddersfield. Another one of the defensive line up who played her part in keeping the clean sheet and was a threat to Huddersfield with her long throws. Ruby is kindly sponsored by JT Groundworks and Utilities.
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@GaryFoz78 Hope she managed the full 90 mate 💩🤪👍
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𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝗜𝗡 𝗣𝗘𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗝𝗜𝗠𝗠𝗬
Guisborough Town FC are deeply saddened to announce the passing of Jimmy Dilworth. Jimmy captained the Club including on one of most important days in the history of GTFC, The 1980 FA Vase Final at Wembley.
A former Leicester City professional who played for Whitby Town too, he was a youth and school boy international. In the red and white stripes of Guisborough, Jimmy won the North Riding Cup 1977 and Northern Alliance in 1980.
A man whose contributions and dedication to the Club will never be forgotten, Jimmy sadly passed away on Tuesday.
The thoughts of everyone here at Guisborough Town are with Ellen, Lee, Becky and all of Jimmys Family and friends at this difficult time.
Jimmys funeral service will take place on Wednesday 25th March in St. Bede's Chapel, Teesside Crematorium at 2pm. Donations in lieu of flowers to the National Amyloid Centre at the Royal Free Hospital, London.
Prior to kick off on Saturday, there will be a minutes applause to pay our respects to a Club Legend.

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TEAM NEWS
Here’s how we line up for this evenings @FAWNL clash against @YorkCityLFC
Shannon Reed comes straight into the starting line up on her return to the club.
#NTID | #ANAW
#WeAreNational
🔶⚫️🔶⚫️🔶

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𝗪𝗘 𝗔𝗥𝗘 𝗢𝗡 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗕𝗥𝗜𝗡𝗞 𝗢𝗙 𝗦𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗕𝗜𝗚!
Chairman Andy Bell issues a rallying cry to get behind the lads as we continue our push to secure promotion (and the League title), starting with Marske United at home on Saturday.
Read his full statement on our website:
guisboroughtown.co.uk/2026/02/17/a-m…
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Singer @FinnForster1 says no matter where he is in the world he'll still be constantly checking the #Boro score 📲❤️
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We are in the 1990’s.
You’re a pub kid from the estate.
You’ve been dragged along so Dad can have “just the couple” before the game
(which is never just a couple).
Mum said, “Keep an eye on ’em.”
So now you’re part of the pub furniture.
You’re not on pints.
You’re on a pint glass of Coke that’s 90% ice.
Orange juice if they’re feeling flush.
Or a glass bottle of Panda Pop if the bar’s got some in.
You’re allowed near the pool table,
but only to “mind the cues”
and definitely not to touch the felt with sticky hands.
You build towers out of beer mats.
Little estates of your own.
Tower blocks.
Flats.
Entire communities that won’t make it past closing time.
There’s always snacks.
Scampi Fries.
Cheese & Onion crisps in blue packets.
Dry roasted nuts that make you cough but you pretend you like.
You drift about.
In and out of conversations.
Through clouds of smoke so thick you could chew it.
You start collecting empty glasses.
Two at a time if you’re feeling strong.
The bar staff call you “treacle” or “love”
and slide you a packet of crisps for your hard work.
The pub smells like stale lager, Embassy cigarettes, and someone’s overpowering aftershave they got for Christmas.
Big green ashtrays on every table.
All overflowing like tiny volcanoes.
The fruit machine is your PlayStation.
You stare at the lights.
The symbols.
The sounds.
Certain if you watch long enough, you’ll crack the code and become rich.
You get the shout from your Dad, ‘we’re going’.
On the way to the ground you have your starting 11 in mind.
On arriving the Dads get some beers in and tell you to bugger off to the seats/area or you begin to play football in the concourse with paper, plastic cups or other just to have a kick around.
The game goes by, win, lose or draw you have lost your voice from shouting, singing, calling the ref a wanker. You make your way back to the pub with the Dads and their sons. After a while you’re left with your Dad while the rest of the kids go home.
The dads are roaring.
Proper belly laughs.
Arguing about football like it’s politics.
Talking absolute nonsense with full confidence.
You hear words you’re not allowed to say.
Stories you’re not meant to know.
You don’t get all of it —
but you get the rhythm of it.
The warmth in it.
No one asks who you belong to.
They already know.
You’re our kid.
You get slipped a quid for crisps.
50p for the machine (that you’re not allowed to use… but do anyway).
Some old fella does a coin-behind-your-ear trick
while his cigarette ash hangs on for dear life.
It gets late.
Your eyes go heavy.
You curl up in the booth under Dad’s coat.
Sticky table.
Warm jacket.
Muffled laughter around you.
And everyone respects it.
They still shout across the pub like they’re hailing a bus,
but near you, voices drop.
Footsteps soften.
No one moves you.
No one complains.
You’re safe.
You’re known.
You belong to the room, and the room belongs to you.
And for a kid from the estate in 1990’s —
Life’s proper good

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Come on ladies. 👊 looks fuming rubes on the pic 🤣🤣
Norton Ladies FC@NortonLadies
𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗖𝗛 𝗗𝗔𝗬 It’s been a while, but the First Team are back in action as we host @WythenshaweFCW in @FAWNL. Get along to Station Road & support us as we look to start strong in 2026 & push ourselves into the top half of the table. #NTID | #ANAW #WeAreNational 🔶⚫️🔶⚫️🔶
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@DaveRyder1412 @MarskeUnitedFC 💯. Couldn’t have said it better Davey. Well done Wardy 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼 the club owe you a lot of gratitude for your time,effort and commitment.
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@MarskeUnitedFC The time and effort you’ve given that club is nothing short of amazing Wardy, be very proud of yourself mate 💙 club legend imo
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𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗪 𝗦𝗜𝗚𝗡𝗦 𝗖𝗢𝗡𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗧 𝗪𝗜𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗥𝗬𝗠𝗘𝗡
Guisborough Town are delighted to announce that striker Matthew Willshaw has signed a contract with the Club until the end of the current season, with the option for another year.
guisboroughtown.co.uk/2026/01/08/wil…
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