90291Spur
Paul Walsh
My evil ex-step-dad took me and my brother to a home game against Southampton in 1974. We won 3-1. Then my brother and I started going to every home game in 1976 through to the early 80’s. Three tube trains and the long walk from seven sisters to the ground (couldn’t get an Uber for love or money). We stood at the front below the shelf. If anyone is old enough to remember the open titles to The Big Match where Terry Naylor shakes his fist and they cut to a young kid then back to Naylor apologizing, we stood with that family.
The second division years were great until we nearly ballsed it up. But the early 80’s were fab. I went to all the finals.
And despite the lean years it never left me and never will. My son is not that bothered, but I did get to take him to The Lane for the Bournemouth game. Which was brilliant. Not only to take him but we saw Kane score. And Jansen (I know, not a big deal as he scores when he wanted), but my son -then 11 - got to chant ‘Wheelchair, you’re a cnut’ and then serenade him limping off the pitch with ‘it’s happened again, it’s happened again!’
COYS!!!
The second division years were great until we nearly ballsed it up. But the early 80’s were fab. I went to all the finals.
And despite the lean years it never left me and never will. My son is not that bothered, but I did get to take him to The Lane for the Bournemouth game. Which was brilliant. Not only to take him but we saw Kane score. And Jansen (I know, not a big deal as he scores when he wanted), but my son -then 11 - got to chant ‘Wheelchair, you’re a cnut’ and then serenade him limping off the pitch with ‘it’s happened again, it’s happened again!’
COYS!!!