Mmmm I remember standing in the 'Town End' .....couldn't see much when Gills beat Peterborough 1-0 in 1974 (Keith Lindsay) during the miner's strike (a Sunday match) 13,746 if my memory serves me right....and no I haven't looked it up. It was however an experience (one of many) that will live with me forever.
The atmosphere was electric, life was a bit tougher then and there was not much else to spend money on....certainly not digital games, flat screen TVs, i pads, and certainly not i phones. "Quality' entertainment is too easy to find at the press of a button and the allure of a 'successful' team to align one's self to is, again, too attractive and too easy.
When 'Match of the Day' was (dare I say it) served up in black and white and only three matches shown, there was no other alternative but to go to your local team. You only have to check out some of the attendances shown 'On this day' ....southern league and 8,000+ was the norm.
There are too many alternatives available now and no one (apart from us Gills fans) wants to be associated with mediocrity. City or United? is invariable the question in school nowadays unfortunately.
I now work in Iraq and football is the second religion here. I am asked daily which English football team I support. When I say Gillingham....you can see the WTF expression arrive on their face! I then go to great lengths to explain the very tribal nature of English football and the reasoning behind why such 'small' teams are supported with the ferocity and passion that the national side (well the England side) can only dream of. It is because it is our team. I was born in Gillingham and despite leaving at the age of 18, I could not imagine supporting another team. I do not get to the games that I would like to but I am up until all hours (during an evening game) watching Gills live player and listening to that annoying 'clicking'......I got four hours sleep after the Northampton game.
Is it the passion that is missing or are things too easy? All I know is, that those who are staying away are possibly missing out on a great part of Gills history in the making.
I am sitting in the departure lounge of Dubai airport.....with a pint of Guinness as I type this.....and all being well will be heading up to Priestfield Stadium on Saturday. See you there.
The atmosphere was electric, life was a bit tougher then and there was not much else to spend money on....certainly not digital games, flat screen TVs, i pads, and certainly not i phones. "Quality' entertainment is too easy to find at the press of a button and the allure of a 'successful' team to align one's self to is, again, too attractive and too easy.
When 'Match of the Day' was (dare I say it) served up in black and white and only three matches shown, there was no other alternative but to go to your local team. You only have to check out some of the attendances shown 'On this day' ....southern league and 8,000+ was the norm.
There are too many alternatives available now and no one (apart from us Gills fans) wants to be associated with mediocrity. City or United? is invariable the question in school nowadays unfortunately.
I now work in Iraq and football is the second religion here. I am asked daily which English football team I support. When I say Gillingham....you can see the WTF expression arrive on their face! I then go to great lengths to explain the very tribal nature of English football and the reasoning behind why such 'small' teams are supported with the ferocity and passion that the national side (well the England side) can only dream of. It is because it is our team. I was born in Gillingham and despite leaving at the age of 18, I could not imagine supporting another team. I do not get to the games that I would like to but I am up until all hours (during an evening game) watching Gills live player and listening to that annoying 'clicking'......I got four hours sleep after the Northampton game.
Is it the passion that is missing or are things too easy? All I know is, that those who are staying away are possibly missing out on a great part of Gills history in the making.
I am sitting in the departure lounge of Dubai airport.....with a pint of Guinness as I type this.....and all being well will be heading up to Priestfield Stadium on Saturday. See you there.