Ok everybody here’s the challenge!
We have two games left left and in one paragraph (ok maximum two) please send me your greatest Boleyn memory and we will run a page or ten before the end of the season !.
” I’ve never ever forgotten sitting in our local hospice as my Dad was leaving us. On the Saturday around 5pm he came round ( having been out of it for the previous 36 hrs ) and asked us if we’d won and what was the score ? I have no recollection of who we were playing or whether we had actually won that day , but I’ve never forgotten that moment as it was the last thing Dad said to us and was only with us for another day .”
We wanna send the old lady off on a tide of love and goodwill for all the fantastic times she’s given us.
The game against Cambridge in the snow with an orange ball. The crowd , all 11000, dancing to Mike Oldfield to keep warm.
The other one may not appeal to some but its still a memory for me. ManU perhaps in 1976. They were in the West Side and one of them was looking at the South Bank. He held up all of his fingers on one hand as if to say ‘I’ll take five of you on’. He didn’t know that West Ham were also behind him and his wish was granted… although it was a different outcome to the one he promised.
There’s bundles out there matte , they would make war and peace look like memo ,
It would be great to publish a book with all these memories… one look at the three comments above and I knew it would be a beautiful thing… great life stories 😉
ops… now they are four, sorry John… 😉
On a box behind the goal with a rattle bigger than me up the north bank attending my first game . I remember queuing up for what was forever ! Fondest memories of Mrs McIntyre who used to take us to all the home games , great memory of the beginning of a love affair which is still in full flow today !! God bless Mrs M ,61/62.
Standing in the Chicken Run in the 60’s. Kenny Brown conducting bubbles before the game. The crowd singing ” I’m Henery the eighth I am” as the copper with the long beard walked up and down the touch line (he never smiled once). Having a piss against the corrugated iron bog at the back at half time and having to keep moving while you did it and hoping you would be finished before you got to the end. Finally watching the best defender ever play week in week out.
I will say a sad farewell in a few weeks not only to the ground but to my dear old dad and grandad. With me included we have seen everyone of those 100+ years and I just want to say thanks for the memories.
Walking up to the ground as a young kid, knowing my dad did exactly the same thing with his dad before. Looking forward to doing it at the Olympic stadium if I ever have kids.
October 19th 1968: 8 nil against Sunderland. Double hat trick for Geoff Hurst,Moore and Brooking.Cheeky punch in for Geoffs first but happy days .Sad at leaving the”Old Lady” but also excited for the great new memories about to be created at our new fortress.