by jonnymac1979 » Fri Sep 26, 2003 2:31 pm
Years ago, as a young boy, I recall my Dad watching a video tape (which the original copy is still in my possession 17 years later) of the 1986 FA Cup Final, so I sat there with him and watched the full 90 minutes with him - and I was hooked, this is where my passion for Liverpool Football Club started, particularly Ian Rush and Kenny Dalglish!!!!!!!!!
The very first match I ever went to was in the 1986/87 season. Liverpool were entertaining Arsenal at Anfield, a game we won 2 - 1. I have a few memories of the day.
My cousin Alan who was ten years older than me, a current season ticket holder now, brought me to the match and went through a few pre match routines, buying drinks, programmes etc... I was in awe of Anfield, the perfect green pitch surrounded by a sea of red, even now when I go back to Anfield and walk up the steps leading into the stand, I get the very same feeling I first felt that day.
Instead of going straight to our seats, we walked along the bottom of the stand to where the players tunnel is. There was a small commotion because Viv Anderson and Kenny Samson were signing programmes. I was only about seven years old, and I remember some boy a few years older than me taking my programme off me, and returning it autographed!!!! Even if it was by Arsenal players, it was still exciting for a kid to have the signatures of these players I had only seen pictures of in sticker albums!!!!
Next though, Alan told me that when the Liverpool players come out onto the pitch, they bring red and white footballs out with them autographed, which they kick into the crowd, but I should go and get one for myself.
So when the players came out, I dashed on to the green turf - and ran straight for Kenny!!!!!
I can still picture it to this day, I was running towards him and he was running towards me, and I said to him "Can I have the ball?" and my arms were outstretched.
And Kenny runs right past me, ruffling my hair as he goes past with his right hand, straight over to a young disabled lad and gives him the ball.
I turned round and ran back to Alan. Never mind, the moment had gone, a couple of stewards gave us a ticking off and we went to our seats. No complaints.
Sad but true?
No, an unforgettable memory.