My first game was in 1974 when my Dad took me to see the last 15 minutes (for free!) of the Leyton Orient home game, mainly because of the spectacle of a black player playing, the late great Lawrie Cunningham. How out of place does that statement seem now!
My Dad took me on and off from that point onwards; but I consider my first real season to be the 86/87 play off season when Mike Cecere (hence the user name) got a hat-trick at BP against the enemy Rovers and then scored in the play offs at home to Leeds which nearly took us through the final against Charlton. As has been said above Cecere was very average at best, but to me he wore the blue shirt and therefore was a legend. He was also very nice to me when I met him on Sheepfoot Lane once during the School holiday's when he gave me his autograph.
I guess I probably also fall into the catagory of someone who gets all nostalgic about the pinch me years. But I'm not ashamed of this one bit, I was 18 at the time; and those of you who are that age now, can you imagine going to Wembley for a cup final, beating the best teams in the land by big margins at BP, and then watching your team win the league to go into the top flight? This gave me the chance to go and watch the team I love hold their own at the likes of Anfield, Highbury, Stamford Bridge and White Hart Lane (I'm not gonna say Old Trafford 'cos we always got stuffed there). My faith in Latics over this time has only been tested once and I'm ashamed to say I failed the test. Watching the Ronnie Moore side in the last season he had with us was the worst time I have ever had watching Latics (including Cardiff at home!). The final nail in the coffin was the last game of the season against Scunthorpe, where even with nothing at stake we still couldn't go out and attack a side and deliver the entertainment that has (Sharpe, Warnock and Talbot aside) been a feature of my years following the club. I took a good look around the ground at the final whistle, left my seat and thought it was the end of an era, Latics had left my life. I did not renew my season ticket last year; and I have to admit I'm a bandwagon jumper as I started going again in December when things were looking up. I'm not proud of this at all. I have got a season ticket again this year, so I guess I'm to blame for our demise.
But really my point is this; you can't blame people for reminiscing about those years, they were the most succesful in the history of the club and many of us present then are still going now. My Dad is 71 and still has his season ticket in the Main Stand Paddock, he describes those years as by far and away the best in over 60 years following the club.
But I agree that all of us need to get behind the team at this point and look to the future not the past; Chris Taylor is not Ricky Holden, Craig Davies is not Andy Ritchie, Neil Eardley is not Denis Irwin but what they all are, are Latics players and for that they are my hero's. I can't think of one example of a player, or a team improving after recieving abuse from the support. Whatever your status as a Latics supporter, young or old, the thing that bonds us is a blind faith in the club; and if we stick together and keep the faith, maybe one day we will see the glory days back at Boundary Park.