When I first met Andy, many years ago now, I knew he was an avid CUFC fan. It was clear to me then, as it is now, that CUFC and I would need to come to some sort of amicable arrangement by which we both could enjoy his company!
He tentatively invited me to a home game, fully expecting me to say “No, thank you!” It seemed churlish to refuse without giving it a go first so I dug out my warmest clothes and took the plunge.
The thing that surprised me most was how close to the pitch we stood. You could practically hear the players breathing. It was exhilarating, nothing like watching on TV in the warm. I loved it!
Andy was delighted that I enjoyed it but still expected the novelty to wear off quite soon, especially on cold, frosty days when we were losing. It has never happened!
I enjoy meeting the same, familiar faces at the home games and that banter that passes between us – I don’t even know most of their names. They are friendly, lively and make even a poor game entertaining.
I love the passion that fans display for their club, even during bad patches. Their hopes and confidence in the players are not dampened for long. A good lesson for life!
Away games hold a different kind of pull: the fun of travelling to a different town, especially if the ground is a ‘first’ visit; coming across other fans making the journey and enjoying the company of a different, but familiar group of fans. It’s great being in the atmosphere of an away game – drums, singing, shouting and chanting. You can tell the players appreciate the effort made.
Most of my family and friends think I’m mad and that I only go to support my husband. But here I am – 15 years later – a season ticket holder thoroughly enjoying being in the fresh most weekends, despite the recent temperatures, willing my team to make it to the play offs. Maybe another thrilling trip to Wembley beckons.
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