What are your earliest memories of football?

Kicking a ball against a wall in Primary school.
Always had a ball with me, everywhere I went.

As for watching football - First memory I have is stood on the Burnden Terrace with my Dad in around 1990?
Watching Bolton Vs. Torquay.
Can't be bothered googling the result.
 
Trying to catch up to my dad whilst walking to catch the 85 down to Lloyd St South.
Having a Turrocks caramel biscuit when arriving at my Nans whilst listening to my dad and uncles talk about the game. Walking to Maine Road with my Uncle, whilst my dad ran ahead to the sweet shop to buy the Fruit Pastels.
Arriving at the ground to hear the preacher telling the crowd outside the Platt Lane to repent as we were all sinners. My dad giving me 3 shillings and not to move from the queue.

Wishing I had those blue star badges with pictures of the players like Bert Trautmann, waggy, dobing and Hayes.

Walking up the stairs and seeing the huge green pitch and smelling the waft of cigarette smoke. Being told by the announcer to move closer together so everyone could sit. Yep those were the days in 1961.
 
I was about 4 me dad was going to the game.
He said I was to young but he would get me a programme.
So I waited for him to return.
I thought he was bringing me a video of the game.
Then he started taking me and I founded out what real disappointment was haha
 
Earliest would have to be 66 world cup, we were on our annual pilgrimage to Newquay (Tretherass Camp site), the game was being shown in the bar but there wasn't a prayer of any kids getting in, the place was bursting, can remember being sat outside listening to the cheers, my old man being in a decent mood when he emerged, think we may have had a trip to the chippy, cheers England..
Can also recall going to Wilmslow station one Sunday morning to see the start of an open top bus parade, unsure what trophy we'd won though, perhaps someone knows if Wilmslow was a regular starting point back then, or maybe they only used it the once.

Actual games just blend into one when I try and recall specifics, my dad used to park near the toast rack and we were always on the last minute and there then ensued a mad dash down Platt Lane and him leaving me in a boys queue with the right money.
 

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