Memories.

[robslappa]

A few blues with us that day as well. A total stranger gave me his jacket to put on to hide my green T-shirt. Celtic needed to draw to win the league but got beat 2-1. Nearly getting filled in in the Hearts end for having "Fenian Trainers" on. Just as well Celtic got beat and I lived to tell the tale. Some day that was.

 

Why did we go there ?

 

What were they? Adidas IRA?

[Dougie Do'ins]

What were they? Adidas IRA?

Seriously Rob nearly got done in by some fucking big hairy Jock because of my trainies. He walked up to me at the end and said "if their not fenian fucking trainers I don't know what are" He had a young lad with him as well. Thought you knew about it. . As I said it was just as well Celtic lost. Don't worry though they won the following week to win the league ;)

[Juan Galonso]

Southend United away in a midweek re-arranged FA Cup match postponed from the Saturday. Worst winter for years, no heating on the train. Six inches of snow on the pitch at Roots Hall for the worst game ever played. Got back to Mossley Hill station at 4am and fell on my arse four times walking home on glass-like frozen pavement.

 

You'd have to have been there to remember how bad that was.

 

I hope we won after all that happened Hermes?

[Hermes]

I hope we won after all that happened Hermes?

 

0-0, won the replay 3-0 at Anfield. Oh, I forgot to mention there were no lights on the train either on the return journey. All the bulbs had been thrown at a train full of Altrincham fans who were giving abuse on their way to Tottenham.

 

Just looked on Southends website and discovered it was the biggest attendance in their history - 31,000!!!!

Edited December 4, 2009 by Hermes

[robslappa]

Seriously Rob nearly got done in by some fucking big hairy Jock because of my trainies. He walked up to me at the end and said "if their not fenian fucking trainers I don't know what are" He had a young lad with him as well. Thought you knew about it. . As I said it was just as well Celtic lost. Don't worry though they won the following week to win the league ;)

 

I think I have heard that before actually.

[Randy Marsh]

First game I remember clearly was Sheff Wed home , first game of 95 season when Collymore scored on his debut. Remember Redknapp rattled the bar and Kevin Pressman had a blinder, won 1-0 though. That was my first game on a season ticket my dad sorted me out with as a 7 year old, been lucky enough to have had one ever since and still sit with him in 306 now and will be there with him and his mate and mates son tomorrow. I went to games before 95, have patchy memory of him and his mate sitting me on top of a barrier in the middle left of the old Kop. Must have only been 5 or 6. That's something I'll always be greatful for, being able to say I was on the old Kop even though I was only a nipper.

[goatboy59]

Southend United away in a midweek re-arranged FA Cup match postponed from the Saturday. Worst winter for years, no heating on the train. Six inches of snow on the pitch at Roots Hall for the worst game ever played. Got back to Mossley Hill station at 4am and fell on my arse four times walking home on glass-like frozen pavement.

 

You'd have to have been there to remember how bad that was.

Ipswich, semi final 1982.

 

Leaves Lime St on National Express coach at noon. Driver deviates from his own route thanks to some smartarse telling him to go another way. We got lost in of all places Lincoln. Finally turn up at Portman Road at 6.45.

 

Good match, good win. Driver decides to stick to his original plan on way back. Keeps stopping for piss breaks (pre toilet on board) and then stops in Cambridge town centre as everyone starts shouting for chips.

 

Scal decides he fancies some apples. The fact the greengrocer's is fucking shut (it's nearly midnight) doesn't faze him. CRASH! Plazzy hoolies coming on coach with armfuls of apples. Police arrive and escort coach to police station. It's now -5 degrees and only those who got off the coach in town are put in the cells. The rest of us are left outside to freeze to death.

 

Scouse omerta means no one grasses, but the little twat who broke the window takes SIX hours to confess. We get going at 6.30 am and reach Lime Street at 11 am.

 

 

Good game though.

[WaltonRed]

For the record, away games rule.

 

The 1st real memory for me even though i'd been to a fair few before was the Auxuerre game at Anfield under Souness.

 

I remember we'd been to church for something or other in the week leading to it with school and we all had to pray for something we wanted, me knowing I was going prayed we'd turn the deficite round and we'd win.

 

I remember just being on the Kop and for the 1st time just realsing the power we had as supporters and that was a fucking low ebb.

 

I'm drunk, i've been arguing with blues all night, they cant take any of it away from me or mine!

 

YNWA

[Paul]

My first match was in the late 70s/early 80s sometime against Man City. My dad, who is not a football fan at all, got us tickets for the Main Stand. I can't remember anything about the game at all except that I think it was a 1-0 win to us. I wasn't that impressed with going to the match either as my dad was clueless and the Main Stand was hardly bouncing.

 

I can't remember who the opponents were for my first time in the Kop or anything about the match, but I've got a crystal clear visual memory of being in there amongst the crowd. We were European Champions so it was '84-'85 and I remember being overwhelmed by the whole thing. Being surrounded by thousands of passionate, funny, pissed-up, swearing Scousers was unlike anything I'd ever experienced before in my life and I fucking loved it. Prior to that I was a Red in name only, but that match - despite the football itself being a complete blank - sealed it for me and the next season, Kenny's great double campaign, was when I became a regular.

 

I really fucking miss standing on the Kop. One of the few truly great experiences of my life and I was lucky enough to be able to do it so many times. We were badly spoiled in those days, weren't we? Greatest team, greatest club and greatest atmosphere - week in, week out.

[Juan Galonso]

The first season I attended every home game, league and cup was in the early 90's with a group of lads from school and going on the old Kop with a gang of us. The first real intense atmosphere I experienced on the Kop was the last year 94 in the 3-3 draw v United when it was just me and fivetimes who posts on here for that game, we finished school, his arl fella drove us up to the ground and we queued outside the Kop in pissing down rain but it wasn't enough to stop the buzz even as shit as we were at that time they were some of my favourite days following us as they weren't always full houses back then but we were there.

 

I always even now remember fivetimes sarcastically shouting to Paul Stewart every game ''Use your pace Stewart''. Happy days. I still say that to him even now.

 

We were really shit then but it was just great to be going on the Kop in its final days.

Edited December 5, 2009 by Juan Galonso

[Ian Sea]

My dad took me to my first game, against Sheffield Wednesday on Boxing Day 1989. I'd just turned 7. We won 2 - 1, Molby scored a 20 yard header early on (at the Kop end) and Rush scored the winner late on, right in front of us at the Anfield Road end. I still remember it like it was yesterday.

[Furmedge]

There used to be a Sayers under the old Anny Road and I could get a sausage roll and a cuppa for £1. Nae chance now.

[Brownie]

I have a really poor memory. I often ask my dad what my first game was and he tells me and even now I have forgotten again! I remember a lot about my first full season following the Reds though.

 

I started going when I was about 8 and I remember my dad buying me a season ticket for my 9th birthday.

 

I went to most games home and away with my dad and his group of friends in the 90/91 season which was an amazing experience. The highlights of that season would be:

 

 

Blackburn away in the FA Cup 3rd round in '91 when we scored a last minute equaliser (Mark Atkins own goal). I remember being close to tears sitting on the white bars you used to get in the old terraces - my dad gave me a squeeze and said, 'don't worry son, we'll win it next year', and then we scored! I ended up right at the front and had to be lifted all the way back up to my dad; it was amazing. I remember the replay at Anfield as well. I used to go every week with my dad but my two brothers weren't regulars despite being older than me; we all went to the replay and sat in the Main Stand. My brothers couldn't believe the language I was coming out with, but me and my dad had a rule that I could say what I wanted whilst the match was on, but swearing was strictly forbidden away from the game.

 

Brighton at Anfield was a roller-coaster game. It finished either 2-2 or 3-3 I think with Rushie bagging a brace. We travelled down to Brighton for the replay in a van with all of my dad's mates; it was another amazing experience. The Goldstone Ground; what a tip! We won after extra time and on the way home we stopped off at the services for a toilet break. As I went around to the toilets the Liverpool team coach was there and all the players were waving etc. I walked into the toilets and was stood next to Bruice Grobbelaar having a piss and we had a chat; i'll never forget it.

 

Then there was Everton...

 

The Anfield game was a dull 0-0 which we almost won when Beardsley hit the post late on. In the replay, I was with my older cousin in the Gwladys Street End; I can't remember why my dad didn't go. That was the 4-4 game and easily the most tense game i've been to. I missed the 2nd replay, which we of course lost 1-0 but listened at home on the radio and was in uncontrollable tears when we lost.

 

Other memories from that season would be:

 

Stopping my dad from being arrested at Villa Park in a dull 0-0 (Jimmy Carters forgettable debut!)

Beating the Mancs 4-0 at Anfield with Beardsley in fine form; that was a great day.

Beating Crewe 5-1 in the league cup and falling off the bars; I can still remember the painful thud.

My first (and thus far only) trip to Old Trafford when we drew 1-1 with a David Speedie goal (Steve Bruce penalty for them). The Mancs above us were throwing loads of coins at our terraced section below; I made a small fortune!

Our title hopes totally ending with a 2-1 defeat away at Nottingham Forest; that was a painful day.

 

That was the season when I totally felt in love with Liverpool and going to the game. I totally miss that feeling as a 9 year old when everything was just about the football.

 

Great thread.

[Brownie]

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[RobbieOR]

Does anybody remember us getting beat by Sheffield Wednesday 1-0 at hone around the 96/97 season I think. That was my first game and I cant remember anything.

 

If anybody remembers I'd be grateful for some description of who scored, what happened etc.

[Brownie]

Does anybody remember us getting beat by Sheffield Wednesday 1-0 at hone around the 96/97 season I think. That was my first game and I cant remember anything.

 

If anybody remembers I'd be grateful for some description of who scored, what happened etc.

 

Is that when Peter Atherton totally man-marked McManaman out of the game?

 

Guy Whittingham scored!

[RobbieOR]

Is that when Peter Atherton totally man-marked McManaman out of the game?

 

Guy Whittingham scored!

 

It could be. I was only 4/5 at the time but I was on the Kop. My other game was the Celtic Uefa Cup game. We lost that two. John Hartson scored a cracker. I was in the lower paddocks for that. 3 seats from the pitch. Worse seats I've ever had.

[ottawa_lfc]

I am told by my mum and dad that my first game was in 1972-73 season, but the first one I remember is the 1977 Charity Shield v Man Utd (dalglish debut) went with my dad and he grabbed this manc by the throat in the chippy because the manc threw his chips at the owner.

 

Remember clearly the 1979 semi final v Arsenal at Hillsborough, My auntie took me against Hamburg in Keegans return and Anderlecht in the fog(bought a single by x ray specs that day)

 

After that all the rest are very clear, probably been going since 1979 to most home games.

 

The first on my own was Norwich City in 1981, and a claim to fame I have is being at Anfield for the lowest attendance ever v Brentford, even went the away leg.

 

 

 

Now the battern is past onto young atk, who beats me hands down at the same age.

 

Fuckin glory hunter.

 

Thanks for this John.

 

That's almost exactly the same as me. My first was Borussia Mönchengladbach in the UEFA final in 73 - and I went back the next day. Started going in the boys pen with my cousin the next season. Loved the boys pen - great laugh. "Kopites are gobshites"

[redrosetints]

My first game was at highfield road vs Coventry in 82 ?, Manc Cnut Terry Gibson scored a hattirck or maybe even all four as we lost 4-0. What a great day that was !

[sir roger]

Malmo in the late-60's was my first game that I can remember , although my dad had taken me to ressies games before that.

 

Living locally , off Belmont Road , I started getting in for nothing at three-quarters time when they opened the gates ( yes in those days you could just walk in without paying with 20 minutes to go !!! ).

 

I then graduated to the bowels of hell that was the Boys Pen & then onto the Kop on a season ticket.

 

Peak of my supporting was going to all 42 games & all cup ties f( even Screen Sport super cup ties ) or three seasons from 1983 / 1985 culminating in the league win at Chelsea.

 

Many highs since I started supporting , with the lows including our forged tickets being splashed over the front page of the Daily Mirror the morning of the Mancs 1977 Cup Final & my dad deciding not to go & take our chances.

[Warwick Hunt]

First game my dad took me to was at home to Luton in 1985, sat in the anny road. Think it was 3-1 or 3-2, Paul Walsh got a couple and I think Molby got a pen.

 

I went to a few in that season in the Kop, can't really remember exactly who we played but I seem to remember us winning 5 or 6 nil EVERY week.

 

Biggest memory I have is never having to pay to get in, they let my dad lift me over the turnstyle. Also, me sitting on the barrier in the kop with my dad holding my back. I used to shit myself because I thought I'd fall off but my dad always said 'stopworryinavgorrolderyer' but such arrangement was rendered void every time we scored because my dad would jump up and down like the rest of the kopites and i'd be literally digging my finger nails into the bar with every vein in me bursting out trying not to fall off.

 

after that I went to probably 70% of our home games (and all the Goodison Derbys) and never ever saw us get beat. the first defeat I saw was Bristol City at home in the fa cup (1993?)

[Brownie]

It could be. I was only 4/5 at the time but I was on the Kop. My other game was the Celtic Uefa Cup game. We lost that two. John Hartson scored a cracker. I was in the lower paddocks for that. 3 seats from the pitch. Worse seats I've ever had.

 

So basically, what you're saying, is that you're a dirty-great-big fucking jinx?

 

;-)

[Dr.Filth]

Excellent thread John.

 

My first ever match was against Derby County in 77/78 when I was 8. My uncle (he's only 4 years older than me so we're more like brothers) and his blue mate (who's now my best mate) took me in the Anny Road as "only wools go in the Kop". I don't remember much of the game other than Terry Mc scored in a 1-0 win, years later I found out it was Hansen's debut too which was a nice coincidence. The other memory of that day was coming out to find that the buses had stopped at lunchtime due to a strike so we had to walk home.

 

My first game in the Kop was much more memorable though as it was the 7-0 v Tottenham, my older uncle took me to that one so it was the first time I did the 'pub before the game' experience too. Unbelievavable match, unbelievable atmosphere. I was hooked from that day onwards.

It's funny, we always seem to play tottenham at Anfield on a sunny day the last few years and while I'm sitting there in the sunshine it always takes me back to that day 30 odd years ago.

 

Other special early memories are the games against Oullou Palleseura (sp?), the first 'cos we beat them 10-1 and again the following season because it was played the day after Shankly died. The sight of grown men singing 'Shankly' with tears streaming down there faces for what seemed like the entire second half will live with me forever.

 

My most memorable season has to 87/88, we 'upgraded' our season tickets from the Kop to the Kemlyn and the sight of Digger and co. in full flow just in front of us that year was fantastic. Having said that (c. Larry David) the double season in '86 has to be up there, with some unforgettable away games at Tottenham (Rush last minute winner), Watford in the Fa Cup QF replay (Molby last minute pen then Rush in extra time), Leicester (the buzz around the ground when the shite were losing at Oxford to put it in our hands) and Kenny's clincher at Chelsea. Completing the double over them at Wembley a week later was the icing on the cake.

 

Reading this post back to myself has made me realise what a huge part of my life supporting Liverpool has been, I can't believe it but I'm actually crying right now. I think it's hit home just how much the club these last few years (actually football in general) is a world away from the one I fell in love with all those years ago and I've been seriously considering calling it a day at the end of this season.

 

I think I've just made my mind up.

[RobbieOR]

So basically, what you're saying, is that you're a dirty-great-big fucking jinx?

 

;-)

 

Basically yes.

[Hooch]

Leicester I think mine was in 96. My Dad's a blue so I never really had him to help sort me tickets and all the usual shite, but fair play to him he took me to that game, only to tell me it was time to go in the 85th minute or something, it was 0-0 and it was as shit as the Blackburn game today. Anyway we gets into the car and put city on to hear about a late goal for Leicester. Great.

 

I don't half feel jealous of some of the lads on here, some great stories lads. I'd do anything to be able to go to a few games back in the good old days. I'm only 23 and already the match going experience has got shitter since I first started going. Going the game will be a predominantly middle class experience in a few more years.