My Dad took me to my first game in 1969 v Man City. I was a Burnley fan, my nan knitted me a claret and blue Woolley hat, and then my Dad took me to my first game....and it was in colour, the only time I had seen football was on a black and white telly
As it transpired, I was mesmerised by the full colour, the green pitch the sky blue sky and the sky blue Man City abd of course the Red and white of Stoke. I was in the Boothen end seeing the splender of the old Stoke end in its fullest, scarves etc
I was then hooked.......my Dad took me to the semis of 71-72 and the league cup final
In the mid-seventies, my Dad would finish his shift on Saturday midday or later and on the spur of the moment would say , hey Dave, we are going to .....
I went my first full season in 1971-72 season, never missing a match, and it went on until around 1978 when things changed...etc meeting a partner, and then struggling for money
But it became re-juvinated in the early 80's when we had chamberlain and Thomas, we would go for 4 pints in the staff of life I would go to the Boothem end and my dad would call at the mobile chip van and bring me chips to the boothen end
Notts County......when we went up....we left....we never saw the goal, but we were so so pleased we went up
my Dad went the FA Cup Final with me...and he was 81 and so well in health
Sadly 2 years ago he became ill
I'm sorry to share this with u, but my Dad was a true and true Stokie
God Bless Dad
Nice words and some great memories, lets hope yr old fella has a smile on his face up there when we (A) Finish Midlands Top Dogs, & (B) Qualify for Europa. RIP...
My deepest sympathy. Remember there are a lot of good guys on Oatcake thinking of you and yours. My Dad got me a ticket to the League Cup final and passed away a few years after. Your Dad may have gone but his memory will live with you for ever and continue to bring you happiness remembering the good times. God Bless.
Post by okeydokeystokie2 on Feb 26, 2015 15:41:17 GMT
A moving post and great tribute that I, like many others, can empathise with too.
I lost my Dad (a lifelong Stoke City supporter) 18 months ago, and even in his dementia Stoke City was always the thing that brought us together. It was what we shared in common throughout our lives from when I was a kid.
I was fortunate to watch Stoke City with him and my son, 3 generations together, and even though my lad is at Uni now it is still the thing we talk and text about the most.
Our football club can link our families through the generations, leaving a lot of shared memories that stay with us.
Post by richardparker on Feb 26, 2015 17:43:28 GMT
Sincerest condolences to you and your family. My dad first took me to Stoke when I was aged 6 (in the 1960s). Many of us have our dads to thank for the love of this great club. Hope you pull through OK, and hark back to some super memories that will keep you going, ... every step along the way!
Sorry for your sad loss my friend. I lost my Dad 14 years ago and when I go to his grave I tell him about the lads and how we are doing. I wrote this poem for him and my lad read it out at his funeral. Hope you like it. Just sing one more time My Delilah, As you finally lay me to rest, Let stand just once more in the Boothen. And tell me that Stoke are the best, I've played my last match of the season, Memories of great game grow cold, Just give me the ball in the centre, And I'll score you a last minute goal.
Sincere condolences to you and your family, my dad took me to my first match at the vic in 66 even though he was a Vale fan.There is not a day passes without thinking about dad, such a modest shy man, it will be difficult for a while but as others have said it does get easier, and as others said, remember and rejoice in things you and dad did together.
Many of us often thank our dads for introducing us to the mighty Potters. Ironically, sometimes the greatest and most unnoticed prize of following your team is the bond it helps to seal with your dad. Those of us who've had that bond are luckier than most and should always be grateful for the richness of all those shared memories.
Very sorry for your loss. You describe a relationship that many of us can relate to, the three way bond between father, son and team. It's the way local football clubs become part of a family's dna, and why it means so much to so many.
Post by Kingswaystokie on Feb 26, 2015 22:06:43 GMT
My Dad lifted me over the Boothen Stand turnstiles for my first game in 1955. Can remember sitting on his knee watching the game, that's what Dad's are all about. My son is now a proper Stokie and he takes his lad, brilliant how our team is watched by all generations.
Wonder if I will see my great grandson go to a game, doubt it but you never know !