I did feel nostalgic though, as the cameras panned around a ground I know so well, lingering on the crumbling terraces, the trees above the stands, and the parochial advertising hoardings, while the commentators dutifully reminded us that this was the last game at Gay Meadow after 97 years…
So farewell then, the family stand, where as a lucky mascot I watched Town decimate Grimsby in the old second division; goodbye Christmas Steel Stockholders, the blue ad sign on the Wakeman End where me and Jim used to stand during our sixth form years; arrivederci the Riverside, with its tiny snack bar and stinky bogs.
It’s the end of an era. And I watched it live on Sky in a run down pub where no one cared. Except me.
I got to say Jon, I have only just had a chance to read this entry and it actually made me feel sad!Lets hope the sadness turns to Wembley Glory...Go Mighty Shrew!!!(even though I have no idea who they are and am rugby through and through)
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