Me and my dad stood on the corner where the disabled stand now is for the Grimsby game. I’ll have been 9 and it would have been difficult for me to see in the Ponty, where we usually stood. A couple of years later and I couldn’t go to the Rotherham game. I’d been discharged from hospital that morning (story of my life - just spent a week in hospital and going back in there for surgery on Friday!), so my mum wouldn’t let me go. As I couldn’t go my dad stayed at home with me and we listened to it on the radio. I REALLY wanted to be there. I was at the crazy Newport game the week after though, when there were so many people standing on the touch line by the last few minutes that the ball couldn’t go out of play. As for the Man City game, I bet I’m the only one on here who can see themselves jumping up and down celebrating after Aylott scored. I’m the kid in the St John Ambulance dugout.
Remember going ballistic at Winnall’s second goal against Walsall in playoffs , there was a proper atmosphere in oakwell that day.
How could I forget that one? Pandemonium on the old Lowfields terraces and scenes with Tags at full time. Then the baying mob to negotiate….
That was my first ever game!. My dad came home from work and said "do you want to go watch Barnsley try for promotion tonight". Can you imagine these days being able to decide 2 hours before that you're going and being able to pay on the gate for a game of that magnitude? Classic story of hanging onto the railing between WSL and Ponty. Electric experience for a 10 year old going to his first game. Always found midweek games to be special somehow and it's due to there being great memories of midweek games as a child. The Rotherham game 2 years later being another one. We missed Bell's winner. We were half way up the hill to get the last bus. But I was hooked.
She was 20 years younger than me, a couple of attractiveness points higher than me, I was already happily married and I never saw her again. But apart from that
It was mine too. My dad was a Barnsley fan, but he played local football (Birdwell Rovers) on Saturdays so weekend games were out. But he decided to take me and my older sister to this match as our first ever, I'd have been 8 years old at the time and can't remember much about the game, but the crowd and the atmosphere stuck with me, it was crammed and noisy and smelly and exciting.