The family came to this country from Spain before the First World War so Cardiff playing the biggest team in Spain was a bit of a novelty for dad. He is and still is blue to the core so there was little chance he would turn white for the night. I was just start out on my love affair with Cardiff City being just 12 days from my 11 birthday but even I at my young I knew this game was special.
I remember day like yesterday school was buzzing and I was looking forward to the game. Dad caming home from work, 4pm instead of his normal 6pm. The game had a 7:30pm kick-off but it would have been a rush if he had finished at his normal time.
It was a lovely evening for the long walk from the Docks to Ninian Park and we got their just as the gates had just open opened. I jumped up to my normal spot on the perimeter wall while dad make is way to his spot, he always stood on the corner of the Bob Bank and Grange End. we had a long wait to kick-off,but it was fun watching the never ending flood of fans slowly filling the ground. By kick-off I decided to join my dad up the terrace has the big boys had come and pushed me off the wall, bullies.
Of the game I remember little, being in the land of the giants. So I had to make do with the odd glimpses through the odd gaps and hope dad would do his duty and give me a bunk-up now and again. Truthfully I didn’t see the goal probably not until years later there was no Internet in them days. Of the night, I remember the atmosphere from the crowd and walking home it was like you were lifted along with the celebrating fans.
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