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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:

Post of the year...cracking memories for you, your boy and dad :)
 
Cheers Barney! Hopefully see you over the summer for a beer mate :cool:

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 :lol:
That'll be nice mate. What a SEASON eh Shame Mad Mick wasn't here for it.
 
Aaaah what a post, yes I welled up.
My lad fell asleep at the Ajax match and a bloke asked him who his favourite player was before the start......Alan Shearer he replied.
Mind he was only 4 and lived in the Isle of Man.
 
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.

Just rapidly checked and there has been 860 home games since I started going regularly with my dad, he took me to one or two before that but not many. Apart from the odd few here and there (illness and work) I've been to somewhere just under that figure and every last one with my brother and dad (again except for the odd one or two). I'm hoping I make to 1,000 (just over 7 more seasons to go) with them both, even when we were utterly shite and I hated having to renew I still did it knowing I'd be there with them both.
 
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:

Magnificent.
Great parenting from you and your Dad.
 
My son’s only 2 turning 3 in December but I’m thinking about bringing him to a game or 2 next season. I feel like I need to get him involved whilst we are riding this wave rather than wait
 
fantastic post … but, he will now expect it every match. No good spoiling him with success and premier league football. Shame he missed out on the league one years, that was proper character building stuff 😉
 
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:


This is what we are all about as a club and community. Please please KLD don’t lose it in pursuit of maximising revenue from seats.
If the demand is there build your corporate revenue generating facilities and leave the generations of Sunderland supporters to continue spreading the gospel through family.
Break the chain and it might never recover
Magnificent.
Great parenting from you and your Dad.

Apart from the nuclear reactive burger 😜
 
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