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Anyone else's first game on Sunday?

It was my boys first game on Sunday. He turned 5 in April and I always said, like my Dad did with me, I'll take him to a game when he's 5. I picked the Chelsea game thinking we wouldn't have much riding on it and getting a ticket for him would be easy enough... it wasn't :lol: Thankfully, one of the lads came through for me late in the week and I got him in the Roker End with me. I was nervous that he'd be bored quick, or it would be too loud or there'd be too many people for him so his Mam stayed in the Sheepfolds in case he'd had enough.

Walking over Keel Crossing I had a little moment to myself, seeing him in front of me holding his Grandad's hand walking to the match with his SAFC top and bucket hat on. Proper lump in my throat as when I found out we were having a boy, naturally, I always wondered what his first game with me would feel like. Got him through the turnstile and straight onto my shoulders as it was obviously very busy. He got up the gangway and seen the pitch and from then he was absolutely fascinated by it. We got up to our row and he stood on the chair behind me and my old man. His smile was beaming from ear to ear. He loved the noise, the songs, the Xhaka pre-match video, everything. Lasted the full 90 minutes without any bother and was over the moon he got to sing the Mayenda song because it's his favourite and the first player he got on his top. Seeing us score at our end was brilliant with him, celebrating with us and the lads around us. A few packets of sweets and a bottle of coke later, we even managed to stay for a decent chunk of the full time celebrations until he said he wanted a drink and a cheeseburger, and at that point I couldn't begrudge him anything :lol::lol:

He even spent the entire journey home starting songs on the train and was absolutely buzzing when the rest of the train joined in every time :lol:

Without question one of the best days of my life and after all of the shite we've had with league one, double relegations and times where you really question why you still do it, it all felt lifted and that the blind faith and persistence really paid off. The sunshine, the atmosphere, his massive smile, seeing him with my Dad and qualifying for Europe was the ultimate reward for all those dark days and I find it hard to imagine that day ever being topped but with this football club lately, i'll never rule anything out :cool:. My mate's mrs even got this cracker for me which might just be my favourite photo ever:

 

It was my boys first game on Sunday. He turned 5 in April and I always said, like my Dad did with me, I'll take him to a game when he's 5. I picked the Chelsea game thinking we wouldn't have much riding on it and getting a ticket for him would be easy enough... it wasn't :lol: Thankfully, one of the lads came through for me late in the week and I got him in the Roker End with me. I was nervous that he'd be bored quick, or it would be too loud or there'd be too many people for him so his Mam stayed in the Sheepfolds in case he'd had enough.

Walking over Keel Crossing I had a little moment to myself, seeing him in front of me holding his Grandad's hand walking to the match with his SAFC top and bucket hat on. Proper lump in my throat as when I found out we were having a boy, naturally, I always wondered what his first game with me would feel like. Got him through the turnstile and straight onto my shoulders as it was obviously very busy. He got up the gangway and seen the pitch and from then he was absolutely fascinated by it. We got up to our row and he stood on the chair behind me and my old man. His smile was beaming from ear to ear. He loved the noise, the songs, the Xhaka pre-match video, everything. Lasted the full 90 minutes without any bother and was over the moon he got to sing the Mayenda song because it's his favourite and the first player he got on his top. Seeing us score at our end was brilliant with him, celebrating with us and the lads around us. A few packets of sweets and a bottle of coke later, we even managed to stay for a decent chunk of the full time celebrations until he said he wanted a drink and a cheeseburger, and at that point I couldn't begrudge him anything :lol::lol:

He even spent the entire journey home starting songs on the train and was absolutely buzzing when the rest of the train joined in every time :lol:

Without question one of the best days of my life and after all of the shite we've had with league one, double relegations and times where you really question why you still do it, it all felt lifted and that the blind faith and persistence really paid off. The sunshine, the atmosphere, his massive smile, seeing him with my Dad and qualifying for Europe was the ultimate reward for all those dark days and I find it hard to imagine that day ever being topped but with this football club lately, i'll never rule anything out :cool:. My mate's mrs even got this cracker for me which might just be my favourite photo ever:


Love anything like this, I still go to the games with me Dad and I'm 32, it genuinely makes me happy to share these experiences with my dad. Hope you and your young one have a lifetime of memories following the lads mate
 
It was my boys first game on Sunday. He turned 5 in April and I always said, like my Dad did with me, I'll take him to a game when he's 5. I picked the Chelsea game thinking we wouldn't have much riding on it and getting a ticket for him would be easy enough... it wasn't :lol: Thankfully, one of the lads came through for me late in the week and I got him in the Roker End with me. I was nervous that he'd be bored quick, or it would be too loud or there'd be too many people for him so his Mam stayed in the Sheepfolds in case he'd had enough.

Walking over Keel Crossing I had a little moment to myself, seeing him in front of me holding his Grandad's hand walking to the match with his SAFC top and bucket hat on. Proper lump in my throat as when I found out we were having a boy, naturally, I always wondered what his first game with me would feel like. Got him through the turnstile and straight onto my shoulders as it was obviously very busy. He got up the gangway and seen the pitch and from then he was absolutely fascinated by it. We got up to our row and he stood on the chair behind me and my old man. His smile was beaming from ear to ear. He loved the noise, the songs, the Xhaka pre-match video, everything. Lasted the full 90 minutes without any bother and was over the moon he got to sing the Mayenda song because it's his favourite and the first player he got on his top. Seeing us score at our end was brilliant with him, celebrating with us and the lads around us. A few packets of sweets and a bottle of coke later, we even managed to stay for a decent chunk of the full time celebrations until he said he wanted a drink and a cheeseburger, and at that point I couldn't begrudge him anything :lol::lol:

He even spent the entire journey home starting songs on the train and was absolutely buzzing when the rest of the train joined in every time :lol:

Without question one of the best days of my life and after all of the shite we've had with league one, double relegations and times where you really question why you still do it, it all felt lifted and that the blind faith and persistence really paid off. The sunshine, the atmosphere, his massive smile, seeing him with my Dad and qualifying for Europe was the ultimate reward for all those dark days and I find it hard to imagine that day ever being topped but with this football club lately, i'll never rule anything out :cool:. My mate's mrs even got this cracker for me which might just be my favourite photo ever:

Fuck me id finally FINALLY got the dust out me eye, must be hayfever season
 
Love anything like this, I still go to the games with me Dad and I'm 32, it genuinely makes me happy to share these experiences with my dad. Hope you and your young one have a lifetime of memories following the lads mate
I couldn’t imagine doing it without my Dad im exactly the same mate. We both said on Sunday we deserved that after the last decade or so but for it to be the starting point for my son is incredible :lol: :lol:
 
I couldn’t imagine doing it without my Dad im exactly the same mate. We both said on Sunday we deserved that after the last decade or so but for it to be the starting point for my son is incredible :lol: :lol:
I had this thought on Sunday. For somebody it will be their first experience of a match - let's hope it's the start of more to come for the lad

Sounds like a class day for you all
 
It was my boys first game on Sunday. He turned 5 in April and I always said, like my Dad did with me, I'll take him to a game when he's 5. I picked the Chelsea game thinking we wouldn't have much riding on it and getting a ticket for him would be easy enough... it wasn't :lol: Thankfully, one of the lads came through for me late in the week and I got him in the Roker End with me. I was nervous that he'd be bored quick, or it would be too loud or there'd be too many people for him so his Mam stayed in the Sheepfolds in case he'd had enough.

Walking over Keel Crossing I had a little moment to myself, seeing him in front of me holding his Grandad's hand walking to the match with his SAFC top and bucket hat on. Proper lump in my throat as when I found out we were having a boy, naturally, I always wondered what his first game with me would feel like. Got him through the turnstile and straight onto my shoulders as it was obviously very busy. He got up the gangway and seen the pitch and from then he was absolutely fascinated by it. We got up to our row and he stood on the chair behind me and my old man. His smile was beaming from ear to ear. He loved the noise, the songs, the Xhaka pre-match video, everything. Lasted the full 90 minutes without any bother and was over the moon he got to sing the Mayenda song because it's his favourite and the first player he got on his top. Seeing us score at our end was brilliant with him, celebrating with us and the lads around us. A few packets of sweets and a bottle of coke later, we even managed to stay for a decent chunk of the full time celebrations until he said he wanted a drink and a cheeseburger, and at that point I couldn't begrudge him anything :lol::lol:

He even spent the entire journey home starting songs on the train and was absolutely buzzing when the rest of the train joined in every time :lol:

Without question one of the best days of my life and after all of the shite we've had with league one, double relegations and times where you really question why you still do it, it all felt lifted and that the blind faith and persistence really paid off. The sunshine, the atmosphere, his massive smile, seeing him with my Dad and qualifying for Europe was the ultimate reward for all those dark days and I find it hard to imagine that day ever being topped but with this football club lately, i'll never rule anything out :cool:. My mate's mrs even got this cracker for me which might just be my favourite photo ever:

Class read, sounds like he's hooked
 
Love anything like this, I still go to the games with me Dad and I'm 32, it genuinely makes me happy to share these experiences with my dad. Hope you and your young one have a lifetime of memories following the lads mate
When I was a young 'un I remember me dad used to worry saying "you'll not wanna go to the game with me when you're older, you'll wanna go with your mates."

Well here we are 30 odd years later and me, him and me brother still go together. What a ride it's been.

I've got me 1 year old son on the waiting list, as I'm genuinely concerned about getting him a seat now we're class. :lol:
 
Fantastic. That needs blowing up and hung on the living room wall, marra. I'm sure you're already on it. 😎
I hope he suffers less than the rest of us have, over the years.
Bloody kids, they din't kna they're born! :lol:

Me mate posted a picture in our group of him and his boy in the ground - the lad's in tears of joy. I joked May isn't always like this. My mate said he's trying to explain it to him that he doesn't know what he's living through. I said in fairness, neither do we! We're in uncharted waters now. :lol:
 
Fantastic that, and the photo is excellent, some quick thinking of her to get that photo.

But it was f***ing 100,000°C, even the young 'un sensibly had shorts on, yer dressed for winter!
 
Fantastic that, and the photo is excellent, some quick thinking of her to get that photo.

But it was f***ing 100,000°C, even the young 'un sensibly had shorts on, yer dressed for winter!
Unfortunately my youngest ensured my shorts were covered in quavers the day before so had no choice 🤣
 
I couldn’t imagine doing it without my Dad im exactly the same mate. We both said on Sunday we deserved that after the last decade or so but for it to be the starting point for my son is incredible :lol: :lol:
I'm pleased for me father like. I don't think he can quite believe the turnaround of the last 4 years. He never thought he'd see us back in the prem and beating them bastards ever again. Now we're in bloody Europe!
 
Class.


It was my Six hundred and summit-th.
I was trying to work this out the other day, roughly how many games I’ve been to, even after a hiatus for a few years back end of 00’s and in to 10’s, if I include away games, cup games, playoffs etc I’m 600+ deep. Makes me feel old when my son is only in to his 3rd season.
 
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