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Anyone else's first game on Sunday?

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!
Aye, I don't think any of us can! I'm sure there's even a bit of guilt for getting us into it watching no mark league one wankers do the Shearer celebration at the SoL :lol: No guilt anymore!
 

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.
I just knocked up a quick table in Excel of how many full seasons I've been going and totted up the home games. :lol: I've nee idea the actual number is, but it'll be six hundred n summit I'd have thought. It's at least 622.
 
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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:

Brilliant post and photo.
 
Absolutely brilliant.

Treasure the moments.

I'm dreading when little un isn't so little and wants to go with their mates elsewhere in the ground. I hope it doesn't happen!
 
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:

He’s only known successful times. Lucky shit.

Have you not told him we’re sometimes rubbish? :lol:
 
We were away at the weekend so missed the match but a friend took their two teenage boys on our tickets who'd never been to a Sunderland game before (they live down south, but their mam and half their family is from Sunderland though had never been encouraged to follow the lads actively). I was disappointed to miss the match and celebrations but delighted that they got to experience a tremendous intro to our world and I think they are now well and truly hooked.
 
2 promotions and European football already in his lifetime, lucky bugger 😅

I think that about my son - he’s now 17 and being regularly for the last five years with me. He’s been to and seen us win at Wembley twice, he’s had the Ballard and the Watson moments, an unbelievable first season back and now Sunday.

I’ve had 47 years and heading up to a 1000 games of mostly disappointment. He doesn’t know he was born 🤣

Wouldn’t change a think like (well, maybe beating Liverpool in 92).
 
Love that mate

My lads first game was Burton Albion at home in League One, 1-1 draw. He’s been hooked ever since though and loved Sunday

❤️
 
Point of order.
Don’t forget the daughters 😁
I was at the match with my daughter on Sunday. She’s been going since she was four and is now thirty.
She’s been there through all of our recent downs and now enjoying the up’s ⚽🔴⚪
She's only 16 months and although she was in the Sheepfolds before the game pottering about, she's still a bit young for the game :)
 
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