Feeling a bit nostalgic, here. First footballing memories.
I was born in 87, just in time to be around for our last league win.
My first real memories of football are of about 93 to 94 and playing on the streets with my mates and getting into trouble for not coming back in time and making my mum have to come look for me. I don't remember much about everton under Mike Walker, though I remember my grandad and aunt used to come over on saturdays to pick up my dad and my ma made bacon sandwiches for us all to eat after the game.
I remember the 94 world cup because my mate michael decided he was irish for the first, and to this date only, time in his life and I think I was really impressed by brazil because I remember ma saying it always looked like they had more players on the pitch than they should. And my dad bought me an I-spy book of english football players and told me I was named after Lineker.
I remember when we bought in Joe Royle in 95 cos my ma asked my dad what he thought of the new guy and whether could keep us up. And that 94-95 season was my first really into football. I had the panini stcikers book to trade with mates on the school yard and my sister used to laugh at the crystal place team because they had 'funny looking heads' apparantly. Richard Shaw being particuarly hilarious. And my dad would ask me football questions whenever we were in the car together, and my ma would say that if he'd just bought me stickers about something useful like maths or that, I'd ace school.
The first game, I remember in full was Man U vs Everton in the 95 cup final. I remember my dad in the run up always telling jokes about the Man u strikers, he'd printed off a parody of version of bohemiam rhapsody about cantona and made a bunch of jokes about cole and the mines and at school we all sang 'he's fat and round and bounces off the ground' about paul ince. He couldn't get tickets so we watched it at home on the TV and I still remember the delight when we won it (though my dad has never forgiven Stuart for missing in the first place, he reckons he could have scored that one).
A bloke at my school called ben mcdonald wrote a poem about the match called "and manchester win nothing" for english that got published in a national book of schoolkid's poems.
My dad took me to my first game in the summer, that year. A friendly I think. And from then on I can remeber all sorts of things.
I was born in 87, just in time to be around for our last league win.
My first real memories of football are of about 93 to 94 and playing on the streets with my mates and getting into trouble for not coming back in time and making my mum have to come look for me. I don't remember much about everton under Mike Walker, though I remember my grandad and aunt used to come over on saturdays to pick up my dad and my ma made bacon sandwiches for us all to eat after the game.
I remember the 94 world cup because my mate michael decided he was irish for the first, and to this date only, time in his life and I think I was really impressed by brazil because I remember ma saying it always looked like they had more players on the pitch than they should. And my dad bought me an I-spy book of english football players and told me I was named after Lineker.
I remember when we bought in Joe Royle in 95 cos my ma asked my dad what he thought of the new guy and whether could keep us up. And that 94-95 season was my first really into football. I had the panini stcikers book to trade with mates on the school yard and my sister used to laugh at the crystal place team because they had 'funny looking heads' apparantly. Richard Shaw being particuarly hilarious. And my dad would ask me football questions whenever we were in the car together, and my ma would say that if he'd just bought me stickers about something useful like maths or that, I'd ace school.
The first game, I remember in full was Man U vs Everton in the 95 cup final. I remember my dad in the run up always telling jokes about the Man u strikers, he'd printed off a parody of version of bohemiam rhapsody about cantona and made a bunch of jokes about cole and the mines and at school we all sang 'he's fat and round and bounces off the ground' about paul ince. He couldn't get tickets so we watched it at home on the TV and I still remember the delight when we won it (though my dad has never forgiven Stuart for missing in the first place, he reckons he could have scored that one).
A bloke at my school called ben mcdonald wrote a poem about the match called "and manchester win nothing" for english that got published in a national book of schoolkid's poems.
My dad took me to my first game in the summer, that year. A friendly I think. And from then on I can remeber all sorts of things.
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