Back in 1945 my father introduced me to the highs and lows of being a Trinity fan (Some things never change). I suppose I was lucky that my earliest memory was a high; the '46 Cup Final.
In truth I don't remember much about the match (I was only seven), but two things do stick in my memory, one was a Wigan supporter sat just in front of me who had a bright red neck, I was fascinated. The other was "that goal". I didn't really know what was going on, but I could feel the tension and everything went quiet, then there was an almighty roar and suddenly I was heading skywards. When I came down (he caught me), I had to ask him what all the excitement was about, I knew about goal kicks but I didn't know they were so important. Happy days.
regards
In truth I don't remember much about the match (I was only seven), but two things do stick in my memory, one was a Wigan supporter sat just in front of me who had a bright red neck, I was fascinated. The other was "that goal". I didn't really know what was going on, but I could feel the tension and everything went quiet, then there was an almighty roar and suddenly I was heading skywards. When I came down (he caught me), I had to ask him what all the excitement was about, I knew about goal kicks but I didn't know they were so important. Happy days.
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