I might have posted this before, so sorry if it is rerun. My dad started taking me to Roker when I was about 6. Big family day with cousins, standing on them wooden boards at the front of the paddocks etc. Then I must have been about 8 and got treated to a night game. One of the great Liverpool sides and my dad overruled may mam and said I had to see them. Walking to Roker when the floodlights are on remains one of my all time favourite feelings. Just me and dad this night. Seats in the clock stand so he must have put some overtime into to afford them. I remember nothing of the game. I do remember getting a half time bovril to warm me up - no health and safety guidelines then on cup lids. Spilt the bugger all over my hand it it was scalding hot. I was in agony, trying not to cry in front of me dad. After a while he looked at my hand and it had blistered from knuckle to finger tips and he gave me a bollocking for not saying anything. Took me downstairs and a policeman took us to St Johns. Problem was we had to walk on the cinder track round the pitch, front of the roker to their ambulance. Dad still says he got some banter that night. Anyway bit savlon and some bandages and home. Bandages on the first and middle finger of right hand so next day at school I was coolest kid in class every time I put my hand up to answer a question, which I did even if I had no idea. I am loving the craic on here about how kids are everything. Mine are too, although they are older now and Derby fans! I am lucky enough to have had a cracking mam and dad, and i still have them both thankfully. A year ago I moved them down from Sunderland to be near me rather than see them in care. They are now massive to me and I do all I can to look after them. Went round for a cuppa this afternoon and took some veg from the garden. Me dad loves potatoes I give him and I always have to listen to the same story about his allotment when I take him some round, he has forgotten I was there with him when we used to work it together. Love them stories though and it is my time to look after them, after everything they did for me. Teesside mate these threads make this board. Chin up mate, I bet your kids are missing you as much as you miss them. Fingers crossed you heal fast and get back to making more memories with them. One day they will want to pay everything back to you because they will know what you did as a dad. They are lucky fella.
I was 13 under the same circumstances, no one to go with, just so happens my first ever game was July 1997 v Ajax.
Never forget that game. Obviously it was our first game at the SOL but Super Kev caught my eye like no player had ever done before. I knew we had a star on our hands walking out the stadium that day.
Can’t remember much about it but my grandmother died so I got my grandads ticket and went to the match with my father, the match was when Derek Foster made his debut age 15 in 1964 My youngest son’s first game was Coventry at home 1-1 I think,Phillips scored if I remember,he’s been obsessed since season card holder and travels to every home game despite living in Manchester for the past three years
We didn't have tickets and only just got in the Roker End on time for the first goal, Arnott I think. One of the lads insisted on trying the Fulwell and missed it ... ... all the way back to Mansfield we had him on thinking it was the finest goal any of us had ever seen
Can i be honest lads. Im really struggling today with my mental health. Any positive words would be grateful
Got me thinking now and I recall Chris Turner being the greatest goalkeeper ever. A 5 year old me sitting on the barriers in the Fulwell end would and still will argue with everyone that he was the best keeper in the ever. Oh to be that age again and watching with such innocence
Mate, just admitting your struggling is a huge step. There is no shame in admitting it. If anything it makes you a stronger man. Just keep talking
Ive always struggled with my mental health mate. Not seeing or being able to look after my lads is killing me
You've come to the right place mate, lots on here like you and admire your honesty, me included ... ... whatever you're going through would have to be incredibly bad to be worse than the week I've just had. But, went down on the train for the match yesterday, met up with some great lads for a pint and it really lifted me. The combined power of friendship, beer and a Sunderland win
My problem is when im low i hate everyone and everything hence the way i was today on my Lionesses thread thats now been deleted
When I'm low I think of three things I've been grateful for today: 1. Nice weather 2. Had a really good walk around Roker & Seaburn this afternoon. 3. I'm not a mag
Tell you what Mate. I'm going to admit something now I will regret tomorrow, but as your struggling then it may help you. People may have worked this out already or maybe they haven't. I fully expect they ****ty comments to start again and no doubt I will get annoyed. But if by admitting this, means 1 person feels better and goes to a happier to place then so be it. As I said earlier and I've said before "we look after our own" I've edited this in case he (we know who) starts his abuse again, but hopefully he won't
Nobody, who knows you, takes you seriously man, we all have a cross to bear ... ... you actually nail yourself up on yours because you think you're letting your lads down. I don't believe you are so be the best person you can and fate will decide the rest.
