by jonnymac1979 » Fri Mar 17, 2006 5:15 pm
It was 30th August 1986. Liverpool 2 – 1 Arsenal. I sat in the main stand. My cousin took me.
The World Cup was not long over and the new season was not long underway for the Double Winners. I was 7 years old.
Rather than go and sit in our seats, my cousin decided that we would go down to pitchside and right by the tunnel to see if we could get our programmes autographed by anyone. Luckily for me, as a Panini sticker collecting kid, Kenny Sansom and Viv Anderson were the only two players who appeared up the steps of the tunnel and decided to sign autographs on programmes. I recognised them straight away, I could have told you their previous clubs, their height and weight, their ages and who they made their debuts against at the time. I lived for football as a kid, and I lived for my sticker collection.
As a 7 year old, obviously I couldn’t push to the front of the crowd and some man (who in hindsight was probably some 15 year old kid) offered to take my programme from me, push through the crowd and return it signed by the two Arsenal players. He was true to his word. I had that programme for years until a house move and my general carelessness rendered it lost forever.
Anyway, after all that the real drama unfolded. John Lukic was warming up and I had the taste for autographs by this point. In my innocence I thought it was perfectly normal to just bounce onto the pitch and run to the goalmouth and ask him to autograph my programme. Wasn’t I wrong? I was collared straight away by a guy in an orange jacket. “Get off the pitch!!” It was probably my cousin egging me on, trying to get me into trouble!!! I normally wouldn’t do stuff like that.
Anyway, you might remember back in the Eighties that the players used to run onto the pitch with autographed flyaway balls and they used to volley them into the crowd.
As the Liverpool players were running out onto the pitch, my cousin and I still had not taken our seat, we were still pitchside. Don’t ask me how no steward had moved us, this was twenty years ago remember. Wasn’t like that back then.
And there he was.
Kenny Dalglish.
Holding an autographed football.
So for the second time that day, I ran onto the Anfield turf, the half closest to the Kop obviously, right up to Kenny Dalglish and I gestured to him to give me the ball he was carrying, “Kenny giz that ball there mate…….”
So when this little seven year old kid appeared in front of Dalglish, he scuffled the little cheeky scally’s hair in front of him as if to say “Get out of it you little scamp!!!!” and he completely ran past me, over to the front row of the main stand and gave the football to some young lass in a wheelchair, leaving me to look like a proper tit in front of 40,000 people.
Kenny if you’re reading that was me.
Anyone else, if you were at the game, that kid in the blue coat (Blue fucking coat, what was my Ma thinking?) that was me.
At least Liverpool won the match. Everton won the league that season, but the next season was when me and my Dad got a season ticket and I went to every game bar the Chelsea home game cause I was sick, we won the league with some breathtaking football, but lost the FA Cup final to fucking Wimbledon. Which was the only time I ever went to Wembley.
Anyway, shouldn’t have ended this on a sour note, but there you go.
We won the European Cup last year.
That’s better.