Hello people, it's been a while...
Just thought I'd post something in here as it seems apt. My dad passed away a year ago this month and I just wanted to write something as a bit of a tribute to him. He was 86.
My dad followed Arsenal from the 40's onwards and was a regular at Highbury from then right up to the 80's. When I was a child he told me endless stories of great players he has seen, the Compton brothers, Ted Drake, Kelsey, Ronnie Rooke, Mercer...he was there when we won the league at Highbury in 1953. He always made me think of Arsenal as this incredible, classy club full of heroes, and when I got the bug myself just after the '71 double, I had a bit of a wait for my own heroes.
I remember, as a small child, my dad coming home deflated from Wembley '72, and from the seasons after he endured taking me for season after season, frustrated that I didn't experience the same Arsenal that he had. It didn't matter to me. The echoes of those past nights and players were soaked into the stands and the marble halls...Arsenal were special, it was only a matter of time. Still, we had Alan Ball, then the young Brady, Stapleton, O'leary then Jennings, Supermac. always Geordie Armstong, I was gathering my heroes and memories.
The three cup finals had me experience glory with my dad for the first time. He was delighted, not just for Arsenal, but now for me. Then, later again, the Graham era and Anfield '89. I phoned him from a petrol station after we had won outside the ground. What a night.
Then Bergkamp. Then some real dominance with the start of the Wenger era. He had seen some great players my dad, including other teams players, Best, Matthews etc...he had said that no one he had seen had ever compared with Bergkamp and Henry.
I miss my dad. I miss our discussions about everything, but most of all our understanding of Arsenal. He got to see us win our last 2 fa cups, and he never stopped believing that we are truly a special club. Different. Classy. Real...and with all the other pretenders around us, and all the debates around Wenger and how and where we see ourselves I still see us like that, perhaps I still carry that awe of a young child, backed now with my own memories that I now intend to pass on to my own Arsenal mad son.
We'll always be a great club, because we are Arsenal. Thanks dad.