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sam, on Jun 12 2005, 11:31 PM, said:
Was having a 'discussion' the other day about 'real football' now I argued on end untill I got my point across (as usual)
Is it just me that considers Premiership Football as a joke in some matters, not only is everything just controlled by money, there is no real hopes, dreams and ambitions for me in Prem footie. No real long-term goal of being able to get higher, alot of people will argue the case of the Champions League, UEFA etc but at the end of the day for me I would rather enjoy the feeling of promotion or play-off victory this is where it comes to the basis, Chesterfield FC is real football.
Many people who visit Saltergate return home with the same attitude pulling to pieces our ground and the fact we have no money. For me Saltergate may not be an idealistic ground and fair enough yes it is gradually falling to pieces but for me it is a real football ground.
Wooden benches for seats, posts in the way on every stand coming home with splinters in your bum. But for me those were the highlights of being a kid. Getting ready before the game wearing your shirt on top of a jumper, pair of tights on underneath your jeans, pair of socks on the top. Dr Martens boots, Spireite scarf that you'd wear every single game and yet it never managed to find it's way into the wash, gloves so when you had your drink you didn't burn your fingers!! Hair tied up high with blue&white ribbons hanging down.Walking up St Margeret's Drive after purchasing a programme the voice beckoning getting closer "FIFTAAAAAAY FIFTAAAAAAY!", walking through the turnstiles and hearing the music echoing underneath the stands.
Wondering up and down the Family Stand looking for somewhere to sit with the best possible view with no posts in the way and a front-seat view of the team running up and down in two columns, Dychey leading the lads in training. Listening to Howard call out the team line-ups. Sat down in the freezing cold but with the comforting smell of Bovril hovering in the air. Looking round at all the Grandma's and Grandad's arranging their blanket's on the bench whilst they go rummaging through their bag to unveal a big flask of hot coffee to keep them warm through-out the 90 minutes.
Looking over at all the hundreds of fan's on the Kop screaming and shouting for the lad's no matter what the score, always an atmosphere and whenever the ball was to be put in the back of the net that was it the Kop errupted. Seeing the man with the inflatable crooked spire made out of plastic bags with 'Up The Blues' felt-tipped onto the plastic, just to show his support for the lads.
Now we may not have Mourinhio's millions but to be quite frankly honest I'd rather be in our posistion than Chelsea's we have hope's and dream's of success and getting as high as we possibly can. Once Chelsea have completed and achieved everything that's it. They've done everything. Now I know I'd rather be at Saltergate every two weeks and following town up and down the country for the rest of the time then wasting pathetic money watching a team with no dreams.
The team we support is a real football team, with a real football ground and real fans.
And I will always be proud to be a Spireite, untill the day I die.
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Is it just me that considers Premiership Football as a joke in some matters, not only is everything just controlled by money, there is no real hopes, dreams and ambitions for me in Prem footie. No real long-term goal of being able to get higher, alot of people will argue the case of the Champions League, UEFA etc but at the end of the day for me I would rather enjoy the feeling of promotion or play-off victory this is where it comes to the basis, Chesterfield FC is real football.
Many people who visit Saltergate return home with the same attitude pulling to pieces our ground and the fact we have no money. For me Saltergate may not be an idealistic ground and fair enough yes it is gradually falling to pieces but for me it is a real football ground.
Wooden benches for seats, posts in the way on every stand coming home with splinters in your bum. But for me those were the highlights of being a kid. Getting ready before the game wearing your shirt on top of a jumper, pair of tights on underneath your jeans, pair of socks on the top. Dr Martens boots, Spireite scarf that you'd wear every single game and yet it never managed to find it's way into the wash, gloves so when you had your drink you didn't burn your fingers!! Hair tied up high with blue&white ribbons hanging down.Walking up St Margeret's Drive after purchasing a programme the voice beckoning getting closer "FIFTAAAAAAY FIFTAAAAAAY!", walking through the turnstiles and hearing the music echoing underneath the stands.
Wondering up and down the Family Stand looking for somewhere to sit with the best possible view with no posts in the way and a front-seat view of the team running up and down in two columns, Dychey leading the lads in training. Listening to Howard call out the team line-ups. Sat down in the freezing cold but with the comforting smell of Bovril hovering in the air. Looking round at all the Grandma's and Grandad's arranging their blanket's on the bench whilst they go rummaging through their bag to unveal a big flask of hot coffee to keep them warm through-out the 90 minutes.
Looking over at all the hundreds of fan's on the Kop screaming and shouting for the lad's no matter what the score, always an atmosphere and whenever the ball was to be put in the back of the net that was it the Kop errupted. Seeing the man with the inflatable crooked spire made out of plastic bags with 'Up The Blues' felt-tipped onto the plastic, just to show his support for the lads.
Now we may not have Mourinhio's millions but to be quite frankly honest I'd rather be in our posistion than Chelsea's we have hope's and dream's of success and getting as high as we possibly can. Once Chelsea have completed and achieved everything that's it. They've done everything. Now I know I'd rather be at Saltergate every two weeks and following town up and down the country for the rest of the time then wasting pathetic money watching a team with no dreams.
The team we support is a real football team, with a real football ground and real fans.
And I will always be proud to be a Spireite, untill the day I die.
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Brilliant Sam; as you probably know I'm not a local, but what you express sums up exactly why I support my local team. You are absolutely right, the soul has gone out of Premiership football, and what we experience following the Spireites is much more real. Fans like you aren't put off by a miserable defeat on a cold wet afternoon miles from home, because it's all part of being a true supporter, and by 'eck, it doesn't half make it feel great when the good moments come along.
