Mine was Palace 89
I wrote a 'OBAHK' type thing the other week about it. Its shit, but sound for this post
After reading One Boy And His Kop by Peter Etherington, I have 'copied' that style to recreate my first game:
It had been a hard day at school. Do you know what it's like to be Ian Rush? Hard. I had to lead the line. I scored four. We beat Everton 15-14 with a last minute goal from Smithy, I mean, Aldo. The blues say Mr. Ray blew the whistle for end of play-time before it went in, but they always cheat.
"See yer in abar 20 minutes Piercy. Comin' down the cage?" Aldo asked.
"Yeh, probably, but Liverpool are on the telly so I'll 'ave to get back for that." The Reds were playing Palace today. We'd beat them. At this age we'd beat anyone.
As I slumped on the coach I noticed two pieces of paper with the liverbird on them. Ah, something from Liverpool I thought. Maybe a book.
"Guess what I got today?" Me dad begun
"What? Those? What are they"
"Tickets for tonight."
"Oh, well in"
"So, do you wanna come?"
Me? Me? Anfield? I'd only saw it on the telly. I had been there many times in my dreams. We used to win 10-0 against Everton every night. Obviously, me and Rushy upfront. We'd both get 5 each. And the fans would sing "Piercy, Piercy..." Anyway back to the story.
"Okay 'urry up"
I walked out with my scarf on. Smithy (Aldo) was about to knock for me.
"Where are yer goin'?"
"The Match" i sayed in the loudest voice I could.
"Fuck off. Oh, sorry..."
I went to my Nan's who is a blue. At the age I was it was weird. How could someone in my family be a blue? She was well winding us up. Well...
So, here I am five years old, clinging on to my Dad in a pub near Anfield. He's singing Poor Scouser Tommy and I am singing it too. Well moving my lips. Didn't want to seem out of place. The walk up Walton Breck Road was bad. There's Anfield. Would it be like I imagined?
We got into the Kop and I was amazed. How could the grass be so green. The cage never had this kind of grass. This was amazing. Number nine Ian Rush! The man who a few hours ago I was imitating is now only a few metres away. Obviously, when I go into school, Rushy brought me onto the pitch and told me he was my new bezzie!
And, how about it for a first game? 9-0! In fact, once we got to 7 I wished we wouldn't score. I had a cup of hot chocolate, and was scared that the cup would go flying. So, in went number 8. And there it goes! The cup flew right down and I was very scared that the fella would chase me down. I thought he'd look for me!
When John Aldridge threw his shirt into the Kop, I thought it was Rush. So, next day the school was enthrilled in my night:
"So what happened?"
"I told yers Rush brought me on, and said I'll be a player soon."
"Well he threw his shirt in the crowd and I got it. I'll bring it in tomorra"
We beat the Blues again, this time I scored 5, with a suspicion of handball. These Blues cheat all the time though, dont they?