Mar 06
September 1975, home to Everton. I was on my way to Stamford Bridge to see Chelsea with a family friend. My parents wouldn?t let me go to any other ground.
We got to Burnt Oak tube station and met about 40 of my mates from school, all on their way to The Arsenal. No contest, I said goodbye to my escort and set off to Highbury.
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Feb 24
Many times over the years since my sons were born (They are now 11 and 13, by the way). I have been accused of brainwashing my children. True I always answer. What sort of father could put up with the ‘Viper in my bosom’ scenario of having a Spurs fan in the family. Which unfortunately happened to an aunt of mine. We still weep for her.
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Feb 23
I highly recommend the Arsenal museum at Highbury, which is open on Fridays before the weekends matches. I went on the Friday before the first match I ever went to. It’s really a great contrast to see the neighborhood streets totally empty and the stadium basically locked down before you see it in all it’s glory. The museum has great memorabilia and, the high point, they’ll let you go down and check out Highbury at pitch level. (at least they used to. the day I was there, I was the only person at the museum) To be able to look out at the place silent and empty gives it...
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Feb 23
Another new topic for consideration is your reflections on coming to Highbury for the first time. The first time you walked up the steps and saw the green grass of the pitch, heard the roar crowd, and saw the Gunners score a goal.
Feel free to be poetic, literary, or just a yob telling a tale. Share your experiences with those who haven’t gone yet (but will during the next roadtrip).
Feel free to click on the link over on the left called SUBMIT NEWS and select this topic to tell us your story.
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