I’m taking my boy to his first Latics match today and I’ve been thinking (or trying to as it was quite some years ago) about my first match at home to Cardiff in August 1981.
That feeling walking into the Chaddy with my dad, then up at the back on the wooden steps at my dads favourite spot behind that wall above the old tunnel. Seeing the pitch, hearing all the shouts etc. Magical. I hope he remembers it in a way I do, although I know the experience is very different now.
What are other people’s memories of their first visit to BP?