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In 1978 my grandad said to me (a young boy at the time) i will take you to the football.The big day arrived,and we set off no idea were we was heading.
After bout 15 mins on the bus we got off,he grabbed my hand and we started walking,i remember looking up and above the roofs of the terraced houses there where these huge tall monsters reaching into the sky and has we got closer and closer the bigger they got.
Heading down the street (first avenue)with hundreds of people in a sea of blue i was so excited, there was the sign on the pheonix stand wigan athletic football club,the smell of burgers and oxo in the air.This place was to become my home every other saturday.
I remember going home and telling my dad all about it and pestering him to come, after a while he started to go the games,he had got the bug.
This little northern town had hit the big time by getting in the football league.
We used to sit there watching kick off,the big match and at the end of the season the cup final.My dad saying one day we will be there, and me dreaming of it.Anyway 35 years on from getting into the football league,weve moved home,got into the top flight,been in a major cup final and now we are heading to wembley for the F.A cup final.
How good does that sound,just say it,Wigan athletic in the F.A cup final.How far have we come and SEE dreams can come true goodpost goodpost :cheer: :cheer: :) :)
sorry if i have babbled on a bit, but at this moment in time proud is not the wordIts funny, I remember my brother taking me in 1981 when I was 6. I can remember walking up the steps to the terraces and thinking it was like going to the World cup I was that excited.
Think there will be a lot of welling up come kick off Saturday.
In 1978 my grandad said to me (a young boy at the time) i will take you to the football.The big day arrived,and we set off no idea were we was heading.
After bout 15 mins on the bus we got off,he grabbed my hand and we started walking,i remember looking up and above the roofs of the terraced houses there where these huge tall monsters reaching into the sky and has we got closer and closer the bigger they got.
Heading down the street (first avenue)with hundreds of people in a sea of blue i was so excited, there was the sign on the pheonix stand wigan athletic football club,the smell of burgers and oxo in the air.This place was to become my home every other saturday.
I remember going home and telling my dad all about it and pestering him to come, after a while he started to go the games,he had got the bug.
This little northern town had hit the big time by getting in the football league.
We used to sit there watching kick off,the big match and at the end of the season the cup final.My dad saying one day we will be there, and me dreaming of it.Anyway 35 years on from getting into the football league,weve moved home,got into the top flight,been in a major cup final and now we are heading to wembley for the F.A cup final.
How good does that sound,just say it,Wigan athletic in the F.A cup final.How far have we come and SEE dreams can come true goodpost goodpost :cheer: :cheer: :) :)
sorry if i have babbled on a bit, but at this moment in time proud is not the wordWhat a load of CRAP !
Don’t you know WE HAVE NO HISTORY
We aint half lucky as fans iv seen us for 16/17 years so iv been spoilt but come saturday what ever happens i will be massivley proud. What a club we support
just seen the advert on itv for the fa cup final, at the end it said manchester city versus wigan, bloody hell how good did that sound
Said similar at the semi-final.
Obviously I’m a rugby fan and have been since I was taken to Central Park when I was 3 back in 1989.
I didn’t get into football until the first Premier League season when my Auntie was watching the Manchester derby and told me to cheer for the team in red. (most of my family are Man Utd fans so it was the obvious progression). Man Utd then became my football team until a friend of the family asked me if I wanted to go and watch Wigan Athletic. “Why would I want to watch them, they’re crap” was my response but I was talked into it as it was my only real chance to see live football and off I went. 5 minutes into the game and I was shouting and screaming along with everyone else and the love affair began.
When I was told I couldn’t support two football teams despite the odds of them ever meeting being nigh on impossible, it took me no time at all to declare myself a 100% Wigan Athletic fan and I’ve never looked back.
I walked onto Wembley Stadium and promptly thanked the guy who took me to that first game. It’s been a very very bumpy ride since but I’ve been at each and every bump and days like April 13th and indeed Saturday make it all worth while.
As a boy growing up in Eccles the amount of shit i got from some blues but mostly reds was unreal..Remember me dad writing a note for my teacher saying i was ill (day we played chelsea away in cup)only years later learning said teacher was a latics nut :)Remember playing on the astro turf down the back and on the mounds of sand that used to be on away end…Will not be there on saturday as i find it very very hard to go without the old fella :( parents were divorced so saturday was our day me and dad home away every week for years,After losing the old man 4yr back ive only been to the reading west ham games…watch every game i can online and still proud as fook to see where we are compared to the days of frickley away etc…Will raise a glass to the old man saturday probably with a few tears in the eyes…Come on you blueboys :)
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