A Quote by Arthur Christiansen

Remember the people in the back streets of Derby. — © Arthur Christiansen
Remember the people in the back streets of Derby.
My childhood is streets upon streets upon streets upon streets. Streets to define you and streets to confine you, with no sign of motorway, freeway or highway.
I think everyone knows what it means to play a derby - it doesn't matter which derby it is.
I kind of press pause when it's a derby, and the season doesn't matter to me anymore; it's all about the derby.
A derby is a derby. When you play a derby, it is for winning, not just to play.
I remember what a thrill it was to go from the back streets of Birmingham to Madison Square Garden in New York...it's like playing on Mars. You can't buy that.
When Barack Obama got elected, I remember being in Harlem specifically. I remember watching that whole part of town just swell. People walked the streets, but it wasn't a riot - it wasn't mayhem. It was a unified feeling of euphoria.
I remember, when I was at Sunderland, we made the FA Cup final and played in front of 20,000 at Derby.
The streets looked small, of course. The streets that we have only seen as children always do I believe when we go back to them
In some circles, the Mint 400 is a far, far better thing than the Superbowl, the Kentucky Derby, and the lower Oakland roller derby finals all rolled into one. This race attracts a very special breed.
I think we should go back to the old style of the draw at the Derby.
Sometimes in a derby it is not always easy to see a very good game with big quality but the power of one derby means you can see good things happen after one result.
For as long as I can remember, my nickname was Dusty. I remember my dad naming me that because of the streets where we lived.
After winning the Derby aged just 18-Why all the fuss? After all, the Derby is just another race.
Thinking back to boyhood days, I remember the bright sun on Harlem streets, the easy rhythms of black and brown bodies, the sounds of children streaming in and out of red brick tenements.
As a kid growing up in the back streets of Dublin I used to pretend I was playing in the World Cup with my mates out on the streets, and now I will be doing it for real.
I look back and can't believe it sometimes. I have to go to the Derby Museum to see what I really accomplished.
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