jcrossan
Striker
For a year I begged my dad to take me.
He finally relented when I turned seven.
Walking through the turnstile that day remains one of the highlights of my life - so exciting and then to walk up the old stairs in the Clock Stand (all standing basck then in 63) and see the pitch for the first time.
As cathedrals go it was pretty run down I suppose but no devout catholic looking at the ceiling of the Sistine Chappel could ever have been so much in awe.
He finally relented when I turned seven.
Walking through the turnstile that day remains one of the highlights of my life - so exciting and then to walk up the old stairs in the Clock Stand (all standing basck then in 63) and see the pitch for the first time.
As cathedrals go it was pretty run down I suppose but no devout catholic looking at the ceiling of the Sistine Chappel could ever have been so much in awe.