Thackeray
Striker
My mam still tells the story of walking up Claypath to the (former East Durham) train station in the baking sun, eight and a half months pregnant with me, no help from my dad who was playing in Murton band.Some great childhood memories marching into Durham behind the Bowburn banner, most of the blokes were pissed before we got through Shincliffe, stopping for top ups en route.Down onto the racecourse meeting up with all your family, big picnic with your cousins, loved it happy times.
Was shocked talking with my sons and finding they've never took their kids.
So technically I've been going since I was minus two weeks.