My son will be four next season and was thinking of taking him to his first game, same age as when my old man took me and I've been hooked ever since. The thought of going with my (pensioner) dad and all three generations supporting together is something I've long dreamed of. Obviously if there are no concessions then that probably won't happen. Thanks Allams for ****ing up a key moment in my life I've been looking forward to since well before I even had kids. Twats.
I've just had to bite the bullet and renew mine and my kids pass, doubling what I normally pay. Hopefully i'll get a move to a cheaper zone but not 100%. I can't imagine not going and I refuse to be forced out by that stupid cu nt, I was here long before he came along, and i'll be there long after he's gone.
I may be unique in that I took my dad to his first ever football match and possibly his first ever professional sporting event (assuming Banger and Stock Car racing is amateur). It was a drab New Years 1-1 against Shrewsbury at Boothferry Park in 1999 and he'd have happily left at half time for another pint of the Ansells Mild they had on at the Three Tonnes. He said he'd maybe come back when they were in the top flight. Actually he came with me to the KC in 2004 when we thrashed Tranmere 6-1 after both their keepers got injured and Theodore went in goal for 45 mins. He agreed it was a much better game but the beer in The George wasn't up to much.
Loving this thread, bit cheerier than everything else we have to talk about at the moment. Enjoy the day Geo (and Suited) hopefully a good time will be had by all. I've been lucky enough in the past to be at games as one of four generations there. It's nice to read other peoples memories of the clubs history and realise that the current nonsense will one day be just another story we can bore future generations with.
Great memories of games with my older brother (my younger wasn't born in 1970). First game was the 4-4 draw with Sheff Wednesday on Boxing Day that year.Later I went with my mates, we had a massive Union Jack with "John Kayes Super Black and Amber Army" across it. It must have been about 10 feet across as it covered a whole steel railing that they had on Bunkers Hill. Later on had a few wilderness years as marriage and kids came along. Resumed with my 2 brothers and my dear departed dad. God I miss him.
Hows things BnAG, been out on the bike? Me and the mates have just had a long weekend in France, helluva trek, had i realised how much of a slog it was I might have been tempted to give it a miss, Thursday we did the 230 miles to Dover, over to Calais then 140 to Beauvais, next morning did the 320 mile slog to Limoges, the roads were crap, the weather was crap and at times, the French were ****ers. *Only highlight was some great fun (fun in a weird, perverted way) lane splitting like lunatics around the Paris ring-road and a sobering visit to the WW2 massacre village at Oradour-sur-Glane, we did the return journey Sunday and Monday - it was knackering. *The (drinking) company, as ever, was the key highlight
Evening Spes, yeah 3 of us went out on Wednesday night 6.00 till 9.00. My mate was on his black version of your bike and the other was on an MT09 Yamaha. Did about 80 miles from Hull to Howden, to York, Stamford Bridge, Fridaythorpe then fish and chips in Wetwang. Finished off back home and went for a few beers. Had to put the heated grips on and my knees were a bit stiff afterwards. Looks like the weekend will be a washout but was down your way a few weeks ago in Horncastle. We're hoping to get across to Masham soon as it's a good ride out in the dales. Ride safe mate.
I recall Bryan Horton asking if I wanted a drink in the players lounge. I couldn't believe they were free. The rest is a blur. I was young. I saw Gordon strachan once too, we must have played Manchester. Maybe. I'm getting old and it's hard to remember.
On a person's sixteenth birthday they should be transported to Oradour-sur-Glane and told in no uncertain terms that this is what happens when the Human Race gets it wrong. Now go out into the world and do good, be kind and never, ever forget. We have the potential to be **** beyond belief. We have the potential to lock women and children in a Church and burn it to the ground. We have the potential to machine gun the elderly down as they stumble into the street. We have the choice of doing evil over good and Oradour is a constant reminder of this. If you've never been, try to visit it. I learnt more about the human capacity for Evil there than any other place I've ever been.
I've seen a few places that conjure those feelings up, and not all of them were from the first 2 world wars either, a couple were still fresh. As a species, we're ****ing awful, with the ability to not be ****ing awful if we so choose.
Haps, I think this is one of the most succinct definitions of the Human Condition I've ever read. I'm nicking that and dropping it into conversation as we speak.
Little update....twin number 2 shed some tears tonight "I want to go to the big stadium with daddy" Mummy "we could go somewhere instead if you want" Twin 2 " OK mummy can we go to Disneyland Paris?" Mummy looks at me "what do you think to that daddy" Me "big stadium it is, ill get her a ticket"
I took my dad to his first City game. It was the 4-2 win over Oxford. He would have been over 75. He never went again. Although it was a good game and he said he enjoyed it, it was, as he told my niece, not something he'd want to do again as there were too many people shouting. We were in the West Stand Upper Tier! If he wasn't dead, he might go a bit more often now there are less people making a noise. I did actually take him to Boothferry Park. It was for a schoolboys international. I think it was England and West Germany but I'm not sure. I'm trying to remember if it was before the South Stand was built. Am I imagining that? There must be someone else on here old enough to have been.
