Moggers
Player Valuation: £6m
Ahhhhhh 98! Loved and hated by myself in equal measures...
94 wasn't as bad, although still a mad blue was only 12 then so didn't realise the enormity of the situation (Although going down the slide in the indoor fair in New Brighton while me ma was at the bottom with her portable radio to her ear dancing and shouting up to me... "ITS 3-2 ITS 3-2!!!" Will always stick in me head!
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Around 98 though was probably my most hardcore as a fan, it was my uninterrupted season ticket years and being 16/17 then could appreciate the enormity of it all. Really vivid week for me that, I was listening to the Verve a lot and thinking "If we go down I will always associate Bitter Sweet Symphony with our relegation!" - Still sticks in my head that - On to the day of the match, was with my 2 match going mates in another mates flat, drinking Wild & White (Classy!) before the game to calm our nerves, on to the match, remember little in all honesty, obviously Farrelly's goal and then Barmbys pen... Then followed the most roller coaster journey in 2 mins of my life, well roller coaster in football terms!
As we all know Barmby's missed pen quickly followed by a Dublin equaliser, was still ok though, Bolton were getting beat by Chelsea... Or were they?? Some fella pipes up a few rows behind us, again, radio pressed to ear... "Bolton have just equalised...." head in hands, single tear down my face... How could it all go wrong in 2 minutes?!?!? Fella pipes up again... "Sorry no... It's Chelsea that have scored..." Then the absolute PRESSURE of those last few mins, thinking if we just hang on we are safe, God knows how them players felt, I'm bad at the best of times if we are hanging on in a league game at the end with nothing to play for!
Then the final whistle, run onto the pitch hugging complete strangers and sliding on me knees on the centre circle looking up at the sky with the rain falling, fists clenched and me eyes closed thinking "Thank the lord that's over!" - The closest I will ever get to feeling like a footballer I think haha! Got the obligatory piece of grass as well
Hopefully never again, but, perversely, it was ultimately one of my happiest times as a blue, sad indictment of the last 20 or so years really but true.
94 wasn't as bad, although still a mad blue was only 12 then so didn't realise the enormity of the situation (Although going down the slide in the indoor fair in New Brighton while me ma was at the bottom with her portable radio to her ear dancing and shouting up to me... "ITS 3-2 ITS 3-2!!!" Will always stick in me head!
)Around 98 though was probably my most hardcore as a fan, it was my uninterrupted season ticket years and being 16/17 then could appreciate the enormity of it all. Really vivid week for me that, I was listening to the Verve a lot and thinking "If we go down I will always associate Bitter Sweet Symphony with our relegation!" - Still sticks in my head that - On to the day of the match, was with my 2 match going mates in another mates flat, drinking Wild & White (Classy!) before the game to calm our nerves, on to the match, remember little in all honesty, obviously Farrelly's goal and then Barmbys pen... Then followed the most roller coaster journey in 2 mins of my life, well roller coaster in football terms!
As we all know Barmby's missed pen quickly followed by a Dublin equaliser, was still ok though, Bolton were getting beat by Chelsea... Or were they?? Some fella pipes up a few rows behind us, again, radio pressed to ear... "Bolton have just equalised...." head in hands, single tear down my face... How could it all go wrong in 2 minutes?!?!? Fella pipes up again... "Sorry no... It's Chelsea that have scored..." Then the absolute PRESSURE of those last few mins, thinking if we just hang on we are safe, God knows how them players felt, I'm bad at the best of times if we are hanging on in a league game at the end with nothing to play for!
Then the final whistle, run onto the pitch hugging complete strangers and sliding on me knees on the centre circle looking up at the sky with the rain falling, fists clenched and me eyes closed thinking "Thank the lord that's over!" - The closest I will ever get to feeling like a footballer I think haha! Got the obligatory piece of grass as well

Hopefully never again, but, perversely, it was ultimately one of my happiest times as a blue, sad indictment of the last 20 or so years really but true.










