For me and the young un. I took my four year old son to Oakwell today for his first ever match. When he cheered and clapped when we scored it brought a real lump to my throat and reminded me of when my old man first started bringing me. That's it now, his path has been chosen and there's no turning back. The poor little mite! You Reds!
Fantastic, just same 2 years ago when I took my 4 year old for first time....he's now got every kit ,programme and also plays at academy .you reds indeed !!!!
Wonderful post!!!!!!! Best on here in years. That takes me back to 1960! My dad died 5 years ago. From his grave in monk Bretton cemetery we can see the ground and he's the one I have to thank for this wonderful obsession. Once it's in the blood it never goes. Well done you and give the lad a hug from me!!!