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As a new dad I always wondered why people say congratulations when you become one... Then things like that happen and you realise why... Mazeltof...
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Post of the year...cracking memories for you, your boy and dadIt 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'tThankfully, 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
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
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. My mate's mrs even got this cracker for me which might just be my favourite photo ever:
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That'll be nice mate. What a SEASON eh Shame Mad Mick wasn't here for it.Cheers Barney! Hopefully see you over the summer for a beer mate
I realize I’m very lucky that it played out the way it did and I couldn’t be more grateful. I keep thinking things like some peoples first game might’ve been Bolton away under Lee Johnson![]()
A huge shame mate, and that Paul hasn't been there for any of it either. Hopefully it's just as good next seasonThat'll be nice mate. What a SEASON eh Shame Mad Mick wasn't here for it.
I just knocked up a quick table in Excel of how many full seasons I've been going and totted up the home games.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.
I kna the poster extremely well our trains up & back on a match day are notoriousPost of the year...cracking memories for you, your boy and dad![]()
Magnificent.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'tThankfully, 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
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
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. My mate's mrs even got this cracker for me which might just be my favourite photo ever:
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His da is a great person xxxMagnificent.
Great parenting from you and your Dad.
SecondedMint this! I’m glad you all had a class day. I still go to the matches with my dad and I’m 32! I can’t wait to take my little one to a game eventually! Hopefully you have many more years and many more excellent days to come supporting this fantastic football club!
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'tThankfully, 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
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
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. My mate's mrs even got this cracker for me which might just be my favourite photo ever:
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Magnificent.
Great parenting from you and your Dad.