Heartbreaking image of a long goodbye
I adoped the Hammers as my club in 1962 and as I wrote in a Facebook status a few days back it has probably represented the biggest adventure of my life.
I added: “In terms of unpredictability, intrigue and gossip, there is no club in the land that can compete. If all you want is a team that wins stuff so you can go about bragging your boots off fine, but supporting the Hammers offers so much more Us Irons discovered a lifestyle rather than a football team whenever and however it became our club COYI.
The Boleyn of course has been central to that and not merely the ground whch unquestionbly was the most unique in English football.
The walk from Plaistow station to the ground was unique, no atmosphere ever excited so much. It was part of the oxygen which made life so precious.
I imagine that in about 30 years or so the London Stadium will feel like home to most Irons but for now the memories linger and refuse to go away.
I have no doubt the issues which have arisen will be solved…I have no doubt the team will recapture form and I have no doubt that we will become accustomed to life in our new surroundings.
But the picture above is heartbreaking and is one of the last we shall see of the old lady who dominted our lives for so long.
Yes the shiny new palace we now call home is reat but the “terraced property” we left behind can never be forgotten.