Post by animallittle on Jun 14, 2008 14:25:45 GMT 1
Now with victory and promotion assured we could at last relax and enjoy the last couple of minute's,the players too decided to end the match with a bit of piss taking,Watson threw the ball out wide to Nicky Eadan and after a few first time passes,dummy's and flicks Thommo our left wing back volleyed from 25 yards and saw the ball crash against the Bradford cross bar,it would have been some goal that and a fitting finale.
When the final whistle went myself,the Old Man,Dave The Rave,Big Bri and Mick all hugged one another,more out of relief than anything else,we had not simply watched a game of football we had survived it,probably the same feeling you get when you awake from a triple by pass operation.
The players did a lap of honour along with hundreds of delirious fans who had taken to the field to join them,i had managed to keep myself pretty much together but when the lads appeared in front of the Ponty along with Danny Wilson i started to cry unable to fight the tears pouring down my cheeks,i was not alone either,big hard lads,ex pit men and steel workers were also blubbering their eyes out and were not ashamed to do it either,i saw the old man wipe a tear from his eye but he has since told me he simply had something in it and dont be so daft...yeh right pops !!
We made our way out of Oakwell and into town,when we arrived in Peel Square the party was just begining,there were thousands there,people scaling up lamp-posts,kids on their dads shoulder's waving flags,air horns blazing out,cars were doing the town centre circuit,down Regent Street,along Eldon Street North and back up Market Hill,tooting their horns,the passengers hung out of the windows waving flags,people could hardly believe this had happened and the joy and sheer happiness was etched on everyones face's,it was some sight and reminded me of the old black and white footage of VE day in 1945.
As evening turned into night the party really got going,people came into town from the surrounding villages,just to witness the scenes,take photo's and just be part of something very very special and magical even though most of them had probably never been anywhere near Oakwell in their lives.
The pubs were heaving and with the old man on his way home for his tea and his saturday night with my mam we got stuck into some serious celebration drinking and to be honest thats where this story ends,because i have no recall of the events much after 9pm and neither does anyone else in my group,safe to say it was a good night all round and i woke up around 5am the next morning on my front room carpet,fully clothed and according to my then wife with a huge grin on my face,says it all really.
When the final whistle went myself,the Old Man,Dave The Rave,Big Bri and Mick all hugged one another,more out of relief than anything else,we had not simply watched a game of football we had survived it,probably the same feeling you get when you awake from a triple by pass operation.
The players did a lap of honour along with hundreds of delirious fans who had taken to the field to join them,i had managed to keep myself pretty much together but when the lads appeared in front of the Ponty along with Danny Wilson i started to cry unable to fight the tears pouring down my cheeks,i was not alone either,big hard lads,ex pit men and steel workers were also blubbering their eyes out and were not ashamed to do it either,i saw the old man wipe a tear from his eye but he has since told me he simply had something in it and dont be so daft...yeh right pops !!
We made our way out of Oakwell and into town,when we arrived in Peel Square the party was just begining,there were thousands there,people scaling up lamp-posts,kids on their dads shoulder's waving flags,air horns blazing out,cars were doing the town centre circuit,down Regent Street,along Eldon Street North and back up Market Hill,tooting their horns,the passengers hung out of the windows waving flags,people could hardly believe this had happened and the joy and sheer happiness was etched on everyones face's,it was some sight and reminded me of the old black and white footage of VE day in 1945.
As evening turned into night the party really got going,people came into town from the surrounding villages,just to witness the scenes,take photo's and just be part of something very very special and magical even though most of them had probably never been anywhere near Oakwell in their lives.
The pubs were heaving and with the old man on his way home for his tea and his saturday night with my mam we got stuck into some serious celebration drinking and to be honest thats where this story ends,because i have no recall of the events much after 9pm and neither does anyone else in my group,safe to say it was a good night all round and i woke up around 5am the next morning on my front room carpet,fully clothed and according to my then wife with a huge grin on my face,says it all really.