BLAME IT ON DAD
I have fond memories of my first football game; my dad took me down
to the Shay to watch Halifax Town at the age of 7. My love affair with the game,
and the Shaymen, started from there. Without that experience, I don’t think I
would be in the position I am today, with my love of sport, pursuing a career
in sports journalism.
Not only did Dad
take me to my first ever football game in 2002, but I was dragged along to
watch him play cricket every Saturday afternoon in the summer months. Mum did
the match day teas and I sat and watched as he kept wicket exceedingly well,
but batted rather abysmally. I grew up watching him play this game, fascinated
by it. By the age of 10 or 11, my dad and I had bonded over our love of sport
and even though I was still young, I knew I loved this world. It was probably a
few years ago now when I decided I wanted to take my love of sports into my
career. What better job is there for a sports fanatic than to be a journalist
and report on all your favourite games alongside breaking sports news?
Halifax Town has
been a big part of my life from that very first game where they were playing
under Chris Wilder in the Conference. I’ll be honest; I don’t remember much,
only that we were playing against the mighty Dagenham and Redbridge (I think)!
I remember asking my dad why we were going to watch Halifax and not Leeds or
Huddersfield. His reply was simple, because his father had refused to take him
to watch United or Town on the grounds that he did not want to watch overpriced
crap. I can’t say I’m not glad! My late grandpa used to take my dad to the Shay
every Saturday afternoon when he was a boy, thus Dad grew up watching the
Shaymen and in turn, so did I. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
From this moment
on, I would go to the Shay every weekend with my two grandpas, my grandpa’s
best friend; the late Ron Woolfenden (who became one of my favourite men in the
world for bringing what seemed to be his very own sweet shop in his pocket to
every game), and my dad. We would set off around 2pm to get there half an hour
before kick off, giving us ample time to get a portion of chips, a hot cup of
Bovril (I never understood my dad’s obsession with Bovril), two hot chocolates,
a Mars Bar and a match day programme. We were fully prepared for the 90
minutes. We’d take our seat in the Skircoat Stand; just left of the half way
line and we were set. Saturday was my favourite day of the week.
I remember crying
when I couldn’t go to the play-off final in the 2005/06 season against Hereford
United at Leicester’s ground. The whole crew was going, except me. I was in
Silverstone watching my friend’s dad racing his F2 car and I almost cancelled
on her because I wanted to go so much. It wasn’t to be, and my dad had to text
me updates. I was 11 years old at Silverstone and all I cared about was the
result of that game! Halifax were 2-1 up going into the last ten minutes, and
it seemed like we would actually win it! Hereford scored and the game went into
extra time. They scored again about twenty minutes into time added on and we
were to miss out on a return to the Football League. I had never felt such a
gutting feeling; I was so upset we hadn’t managed it. That was the first time I
remember being so heart broken at a sporting result. Obviously we still stuck
by our team, and the past ten years of supporting Halifax has been a rollercoaster
to say the least!
One of the only
moments possibly more heartbreaking than the play-off final was when the club
went into liquidation in May of 2008. I didn’t know what to expect, the club
that I’d grown up and loved was about to disappear. Luckily Halifax were given
a lifeline, albeit under a new name (F.C Halifax Town) and in a new league, the
Northern Premier League Division One North. It was a kick in the teeth, but at
least we weren’t down and out. We struggled for a year or so but the team
managed their first promotion in the 2009/10 season after Neil Aspin’s first
season in charge, topping the table with 100 points. Five seasons and three
promotions later, Halifax were finally back where they belonged, the Conference
Premier. There are always ups and downs supporting the Shaymen, but I wouldn’t
have it any other way. Watching them is my earliest sporting memory and I have
them to thank for my love of sport. I hope one day to see them back in the
Football League where they deserve to be.
Not only did my dad
take me to watch Halifax, but he introduced me to the sport of Rugby League
when he took me to my first Wakefield Trinity Wildcats game. Cracking choice of
teams, Dad! Joking; I mean, it’s not easy supporting Halifax and Wakefield but
it makes it all that bit better when we do get some good fortune. Who’d want to
be a glory supporter anyway?! It did take me a while to get the rules of rugby.
I had watched Rugby Union on the TV but never League. I even questioned why
they weren’t doing lineouts (I then learnt my lesson that they don’t have
lineouts in Rugby League, obviously). It was this game against the Bradford
Bulls on a cold Sunday afternoon when Rugby League became one of my favourite
sports. We followed Wakefield home and away from this point onwards and I soon
grasped the concept of no lineouts, the deal with scrums and what a forward
pass was. Learning what the offside rule meant in rugby was another shock to the system as well!
In 2008, I
experienced one of the best and worst moments supporting Wakefield. Similar to
the playoff final with Halifax in 2006. Wakefield had made it to the semi final
of the Challenge Cup for the first time in 29 years. The Challenge Cup is one
of the most prestigious competitions in Rugby League. That was the best part.
My friend Charlotte and I got tickets for the game; I even turned down a VIP
trip to London to see Kylie Minogue (but that is another story) to go to the
match. We painted our faces, made a banner and felt like little children at
Christmas. We made the short trip to Doncaster on a sunny afternoon in July. I
really thought we were going to do it, that we would end the game with a trip
to Wembley to look forward to. We just had to beat Hull FC. I remember it being
one of the most exciting games I had been to, I was on the edge of my seat the
whole game. The final result was 24-32 and the dream was over. It was becoming
a recurring theme, my teams losing in big games! Although it would be nice to
see some victories more than once in a while, I have grown up watching both
Halifax and Wakefield and they both have a special place in my heart.
Wakefield’s stadium, the infamous Belle Vue, is a fifteen-minute walk from my
dad’s house. It’s just down the road from Sandal Cricket Club – where he now
plays cricket, and where I now actually enjoy spending my Summer Saturdays!
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