Being the tender age of nineteen, i have never seen Stoke City's glory days. In fact, the most glorious moment for a short spell was seeing us beat Wycombe Wanderers 2-1 at home. How times have changed.
I don't usually post on this board but i thought i'd spend a bit of time on this Friday night ;D by portraying my feelings on the weekend. I'm in a reminiscent state, you see. So whether you find this boring, exciting or just plain stupid, feel free to click 'x' at any time.
Since i started religiously supporting the Potters in 1997, there's not really been much to shout about, until this season. I never thought it'd ever get any better than O'Neill Donaldson at one stage, i must admit. It's amazing how far we have come. From relegation a good 11 years ago to now.
Mike Sheron. Nigel Gleghorn. Ray Wallace. Mark Prudhoe. Peter Thorne. Peter Handyside. Brian Small. Ben Petty. Phil Robinson. Nicky Mohan. Graham Kavanagh. Arnur Gunnlaugsson. Sergei Shtaniuk. Bjarni Gudjonsson. Kyle Lightbourne. James O'Connor. Clive Clarke. Ed de Goey. Michael Ricketts. Kris Commons. Mark Crossley. Gifton Noel-Williams. Ade Akinbiyi. Gerry Taggart. Dave Brammer. Darel Russell. Lee Hendrie. Salif Diao. Steve Simonsen. Andy Griffin. Ricardo Fuller and Liam Lawrence. They're just a few of the names that stick out from over the years...
You see, I can rack out the old cliches and rants that everyone has heard endless times throughout the last few weeks, but i'd rather focus on the here and now. One point. When the game is over it will have seemed so easy that we would have wondered what all the fuss was about.
Unfortunately, i couldn't get a ticket for Sunday, but not for the lack of trying. However, i've travelled back from Leeds especially for this game. More specifically, to be with the man that got me into the beautiful game in the first place, my father.
I would not have it any other way. Come on Stoke.