By Luca Dinsdale aged 13
As a young kid growing up in Yorkshire, I was surrounded by friends that supported
big clubs like Chelsea, Man United and many more.
So when my dad asked if I wanted to go to my first ever live game, I was less than thrilled to hear he was taking me to go watch his team, Huddersfield Town, or as he called them ‘the
I decide to go, and on the 28th of August 2011, I embarked on my Terrier journey.
Walking up to the stadium is something I will never forget. The stands (‘the four blue bananas’, as my grandpa calls them) glistened in the afternoon sunshine, and along with the music from the tannoy echoing all around me, a sense of community and belonging had already begun to entice me. One of the things that surprised me the most was how everyone just seemed to get along. It didn’t matter how old or how young you were, or where you came from, it was like we were all part of a family, which I’m now luckily a member of.
I remember my dad kindly introducing me to a so-called ‘legend’ named Andy Booth, a bloke that seemed to tower not only over me, but over my dad as well. Andy made me very welcome and showed me round the place. He even took us to the White Rose Club, somewhere I was definitely not dressed appropriately for, and so we quickly made our exit.
Me and dad then made our way down to the Riverside Lower where I took my place in Row J. Seat 153 and first gazed upon the best playing surface I had ever seen. After watching the players prepare themselves in the pre-match warm up and being applauded back to the dressing room, the stadium began to get that Saturday feeling (a feeling I have now come to know so well) as the crowds slowly poured in and the noise and the atmosphere began to build.
Then, as the two teams entered the field of play, it was match time and Wycombe Wanderers had no idea what was about to hit them….
After a pretty uneventful first half, on fifty-seven minutes Alan Lee scored to put the boys in blue and white one nil up. After seventy-one minutes, up he pops again for his second of the game. Two nil. Finally, in the eighty-second minute, Gary Roberts sealed the deal. Town won three nil to go thirty games unbeaten!
If I’m quite honest, the actual game itself is now a bit of a blur to me, but I remember enjoying the whole experience so much that nothing was going to stop me from coming back. Since that time, the so-called ‘sleeping giants’ have started to awaken. Little did I know, on that very first visit, that the Premier League would so soon be in our sights.
Only six years from Wycombe to Wembley (and that glorious shoot-out) to finally reach the promised land, when my poor dad had to wait forty-five! Now, hopefully, the future younger generations won’t all be supporting the Chelsea’s and the Man United’s, but following The Mighty Terriers instead!
Just one thing puzzles me, though. Some of my mates at school keep banging on
about this team called Leeds United. Anybody know who they are?