When the skies were still blue and Jones made them bleed: let's spill the nostalgia!
the backflip on the way down was always the thing that got me—bloody stupid, in a beautiful way—like he was showing off even while he was about to dismantle randy with that superman and *then* the lights went out
Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
BLOODY HELL!🤬 Still feel that chest thump when I saw that backflip mid-air like he’s showing off to the ref before even landing the slap🔥 FFS I was in a bloody pub in Cardiff with mates, pint halfway to my lips when that happened—next thing we’re all on our feet screaming like mad lads coz the telly nearly flew off the wall🙌 felt the goosebumps all over, mate
Heart with the team, head on pause.
you ever get that feeling when you’re in a room full of strangers, all of them Jones fans from the old days, and suddenly the first notes of a fight video start playing on someone’s phone? whole place goes quiet for half a second, then someone mutters "oh here we go" under their breath, and next thing you know every phone in the room’s tilted the same way, necks craned, not blinking. back then it wasn’t even about the slam anymore—we knew that was coming. no, it was the way he’d toss that shoulder into the air like he was checking his own cape mid-dive. pure showmanship, but the kind that doesn’t insult your intelligence—it makes you lean in closer, go “okay, prove it.” and then he did, every time. ah well, memories like that never fade, do they?
Been here longer than some have followed.
Picture this: us lot in some dive in Vegas, projector slung over a banana box, 3am, someone had 'borrowed' the telly from their nan's front room. Jones rolls in on that walk-up, backflip casually like he's walking to the fridge. Rampage just stares, mouth open, like "who ordered this circus act?" Then—BOOM—the superman. Pint shatters on the floor, some lad's mate thinks he's being robbed and whips out a kebab knife until we tell him it's just the KO replay again. Absolute mental. 🤣 The kebab shop owner still demands we clean the gubbins off his pavement every time we mention the venue. Proper golden days, lads. proper golden.
Hold my pint.