Now at work and having moved away from home it was now a way of catching up with mum and dad who still lived in Manor Park and a chance to take dad to the matches. So season tickets it the upper East Stand were the order of the day, seats with little leg room, queues for toilets, queues for a cuppa but that was football and where we spent many a season cheering on the Hammers. As time moved on dad could no longer go to the matches, and a family came along, the ground started to be redeveloped so the season tickets went and attending games became less. It was still there as and when I needed a ‘Fix’ but priorities had changed.
Times moves very quickly when you have your own family and before I knew it my daughter was at the age where whether she wanted to or not she was coming to see West Ham, tickets in the new West Stand were bought and off we went, it was just the excuse I needed, although I think it was only the pick and mix that kept her attention. The real breakthrough to getting back into it came when my son was of an age where I could gently get him involved. So along with a mate and his boy we bought season tickets in the lower West stand, as I said gently got into it, again the pick & mix worked a treat and whether he liked it or not he was coming to the matches.
Now being a West Ham fan as someone in the their forties and seen it all before you understand that for the majority of the time games will not be all goals and excitement. You live for those moments when you beat a Man Utd or Liverpool at home and savour the atmosphere of playing Tottenham, Arsenal, and Chelsea and on occasions Millwall. But for a 10 year old it’s different a 0 – 0 against a mid-table team just doesn’t do it. Spending seven to eight hours with dad in the car, in traffic, walking to the ground, the nil – nil score line, walking back to the car, getting stuck in more traffic, when they could be out with their mates kicking a ball, the picture becomes clear. And even though I would say it will be better next week, he soon saw through that, it takes patience to be a West Ham fan and my lad had lost his.