Me & my 8 year old lad live in Leicester, despite being born & rised in Leeds I’ve been a Claret 29 years, we get too about 15 / 20 games a season both Home & Away. I don’t often take my lad away but when I managed to get tickets for last night I jumped at the chance. A great chance for him to watch us at Old Trafford. He’s being coming on games for about 2/3 seasons and only ever really known “success” I’m sure he doesn’t believe me when I talk about The 4th Division. Anyway we parked up - Near an incredibly loud Man Utd pub ( they cant have gone in the ground as I heard very little from them during the game ) And the look of fear on Scott’s face was not one I’ve ever seen at football before, I reassured him, covered the colours up & we walked to the ground. He was mesmerised with it and more than a little anxious. The token Man Utd dick heads gave us loads in the queue at E30 going in, he glared at me as if to say what have you done Dad - Put his ticket in the scanner, pushed the turnstile and heard No Nay Never flooding down the stairs in front of us “ God I’m glad we’re in Dad “ We spent our £14 on 6 items from the kiosk - Not bad to be fair & the biggest hotdog he’d ever had. I knew we’d be standing and I like that, butnot so easy when your lads 4ft 2. Fair Play to the lads behind us who happily demanded he stood throughout on his chair - It’s appreciated. I’ve always got the impression he’s come along firstly to get spoilt on Burnley gear, eat loads of food & watch the opposition as much as anything - An 8 year old watching Pogba, De Gea & Co is exciting, maybe previously more exciting than watching us - But Not last night, he was absolutely gripped from minute one & sadly inconsolable after. He stood on that chair and belted songs out, being quietly selective with his words during some incase I told his Mum !! I’d normally be gutted in how it ended but last night all I felt was huge pride. I went with an 8 year old football fan - I came home with a lifelong Claret UTC

You do know he is hooked now and its all your fault..lol.

Nice work James.

Fantastic

Magic. He went through the entire range of emotions, hopes fears and disappointments there. The spell is cast.

JamesSherbourne wrote:Me & my 8 year old lad live in Leicester, despite being born & rised in Leeds I’ve been a Claret 29 years, we get too about 15 / 20 games a season both Home & Away. I don’t often take my lad away but when I managed to get tickets for last night I jumped at the chance. A great chance for him to watch us at Old Trafford. He’s being coming on games for about 2/3 seasons and only ever really known “success” I’m sure he doesn’t believe me when I talk about The 4th Division. Anyway we parked up - Near an incredibly loud Man Utd pub ( they cant have gone in the ground as I heard very little from them during the game ) And the look of fear on Scott’s face was not one I’ve ever seen at football before, I reassured him, covered the colours up & we walked to the ground. He was mesmerised with it and more than a little anxious. The token Man Utd dick heads gave us loads in the queue at E30 going in, he glared at me as if to say what have you done Dad - Put his ticket in the scanner, pushed the turnstile and heard No Nay Never flooding down the stairs in front of us “ God I’m glad we’re in Dad “ We spent our £14 on 6 items from the kiosk - Not bad to be fair & the biggest hotdog he’d ever had. I knew we’d be standing and I like that, butnot so easy when your lads 4ft 2. Fair Play to the lads behind us who happily demanded he stood throughout on his chair - It’s appreciated. I’ve always got the impression he’s come along firstly to get spoilt on Burnley gear, eat loads of food & watch the opposition as much as anything - An 8 year old watching Pogba, De Gea & Co is exciting, maybe previously more exciting than watching us - But Not last night, he was absolutely gripped from minute one & sadly inconsolable after. He stood on that chair and belted songs out, being quietly selective with his words during some incase I told his Mum !! I’d normally be gutted in how it ended but last night all I felt was huge pride. I went with an 8 year old football fan - I came home with a lifelong Claret UTC

Decades of heartbreak, torment and agonising, with the occasional brief interruption of sheer bliss, await the little fella.

Hopefully!

Great post pal.

What a cracking post

JamesSherbourne wrote:Me & my 8 year old lad live in Leicester, despite being born & rised in Leeds I’ve been a Claret 29 years, we get too about 15 / 20 games a season both Home & Away. I don’t often take my lad away but when I managed to get tickets for last night I jumped at the chance. A great chance for him to watch us at Old Trafford. He’s being coming on games for about 2/3 seasons and only ever really known “success” I’m sure he doesn’t believe me when I talk about The 4th Division. Anyway we parked up - Near an incredibly loud Man Utd pub ( they cant have gone in the ground as I heard very little from them during the game ) And the look of fear on Scott’s face was not one I’ve ever seen at football before, I reassured him, covered the colours up & we walked to the ground. He was mesmerised with it and more than a little anxious. The token Man Utd dick heads gave us loads in the queue at E30 going in, he glared at me as if to say what have you done Dad - Put his ticket in the scanner, pushed the turnstile and heard No Nay Never flooding down the stairs in front of us “ God I’m glad we’re in Dad “ We spent our £14 on 6 items from the kiosk - Not bad to be fair & the biggest hotdog he’d ever had. I knew we’d be standing and I like that, butnot so easy when your lads 4ft 2. Fair Play to the lads behind us who happily demanded he stood throughout on his chair - It’s appreciated. I’ve always got the impression he’s come along firstly to get spoilt on Burnley gear, eat loads of food & watch the opposition as much as anything - An 8 year old watching Pogba, De Gea & Co is exciting, maybe previously more exciting than watching us - But Not last night, he was absolutely gripped from minute one & sadly inconsolable after. He stood on that chair and belted songs out, being quietly selective with his words during some incase I told his Mum !! I’d normally be gutted in how it ended but last night all I felt was huge pride. I went with an 8 year old football fan - I came home with a lifelong Claret UTC

Class.i love hearing stuff like that.

Still remember going to OT for the first time with my dad - Jesper Olson, Alan Brasil, Gorden Stracken... not surprisingly they looked like the best team in the world ever and buried us but still remember it as a nipper.... I'm 48. A memory of a night out with his dad he'll remember for the rest of his life.

Brill, well done. Top man you

Heart warming i must say .

Great post.

Welcome to the claret family Scott.

Early contender for the post of 2019.

Great stuff !

Top post.

Here’s to more fantastic away days, and lots more memories that will last a lifetime.

I’ve just gone upstairs to put him & his non football fan brother to bed & he’s literally bolt upright singing
“Is this the Etihad”

JamesSherbourne wrote:I’ve just gone upstairs to put him & his non football fan brother to bed & he’s literally bolt upright singing
“Is this the Etihad”

Brilliant OP, glad you and your lad had a memorable night.

I'm looking forward to taking my grandson to his first ever Burnley game in due course.

He's only 6 and not expressed any great desire to go on a game yet but has been wearing Burnley shirts and kipping in BFC pyjamas on sleepovers since the age of 2 so hopefully the seeds of a future lifelong Claret have been well sown

In a sea of dross on here this is a brilliant post

Brilliant post.
You know what James, I had a similar night to you.
Mine were both born down here in South Manchester.
1 mile from Maine Rd and 2 from Old Trafford.
I don't know how I have done it, but they are both Burnley fans and ST holders.
Daughter is now 21 and son 17.
As you can imagine they have grown up with a lot of stick!
Daughter is going out with a Utd fan and we had a pint together in the Cricket Club before the game.
She said to him 'Good Luck' as we left him, so I jumped in and insisted she changed that to 'enjoy the game'.
Son had been in a different pub with his Utd mates. He met us in our seats in the away end.
As the game progressed, I just felt immense pride in the team and club.
At the end of course I was gutted, but I really felt for my 2 as it could have given them reward for their lifelong stick!
Never mind it will happen one day.

Off topic, behind me were 2x 70/80 year olds. The guy managed to stand the whole match, but his wife was sat the whole match.
She could not have seen anything. A steward did talk to her, I assume he asked her if she wanted to move. Whatever was said
she remained seated throughout. I was row 12, so I assume she was row 13. I know we talk about this a lot, but it needs sorting!
Also we were 5 seats from the UTD fans behind the goals. Why sell a seat if a steward is going to be stood in it!
Thanks to the fit young lady for each hug after we scored. You made an old man very happy! (and a bit more besides!)

JamesSherbourne wrote:He stood on that chair and belted songs out, being quietly selective with his words during some incase I told his Mum !!

foul language will not be tolerated James...I’m tellin’ his Mum!

Great post...well done!

First time I took youngest to the Turf, aged 6 - (against Bristol City I think) - after we went 2-0 up my lad piped up ''is it first to 10?''

JamesSherbourne wrote:Me & my 8 year old lad live in Leicester, despite being born & rised in Leeds I’ve been a Claret 29 years, we get too about 15 / 20 games a season both Home & Away. I don’t often take my lad away but when I managed to get tickets for last night I jumped at the chance. A great chance for him to watch us at Old Trafford. He’s being coming on games for about 2/3 seasons and only ever really known “success” I’m sure he doesn’t believe me when I talk about The 4th Division. Anyway we parked up - Near an incredibly loud Man Utd pub ( they cant have gone in the ground as I heard very little from them during the game ) And the look of fear on Scott’s face was not one I’ve ever seen at football before, I reassured him, covered the colours up & we walked to the ground. He was mesmerised with it and more than a little anxious. The token Man Utd dick heads gave us loads in the queue at E30 going in, he glared at me as if to say what have you done Dad - Put his ticket in the scanner, pushed the turnstile and heard No Nay Never flooding down the stairs in front of us “ God I’m glad we’re in Dad “ We spent our £14 on 6 items from the kiosk - Not bad to be fair & the biggest hotdog he’d ever had. I knew we’d be standing and I like that, butnot so easy when your lads 4ft 2. Fair Play to the lads behind us who happily demanded he stood throughout on his chair - It’s appreciated. I’ve always got the impression he’s come along firstly to get spoilt on Burnley gear, eat loads of food & watch the opposition as much as anything - An 8 year old watching Pogba, De Gea & Co is exciting, maybe previously more exciting than watching us - But Not last night, he was absolutely gripped from minute one & sadly inconsolable after. He stood on that chair and belted songs out, being quietly selective with his words during some incase I told his Mum !! I’d normally be gutted in how it ended but last night all I felt was huge pride. I went with an 8 year old football fan - I came home with a lifelong Claret UTC

Loved breading that James. The next generation of Clarets! Nice one.

But where is the negativity, moaning and bogus expertise? Have I come on the wrong forum?
Well done James. A small island of positivity in an ocean of dross.

Did you get mustard or ketchup on the hotdog ? Apart from that minor omission a real heart warming post .

Great post! I’m 69 and this takes me back to my own childhood and a match against Liverpool. I’m hoping my grandson will come to games with us, but his Mum worries about the language. I’ll tell her your story and hope it helps! I hope you and your lad enjoy many more Burnley matches!

“What is a club in any case?

Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes.

It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city.

It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.”

Bobby Robson