I do not really remember when I first knew about football as a child. It was always there. All the debris of the desert was a track, each beat a ball. The WBA, the Wolves and the Villa graffiti were drunk on every pub-parking wall and cut into the red leather seat seats of the Midland Red fleet. In the black country, the heavily industrialized West Midlands, football is completely tribal.
West Bromwich Albion was founded in 1880, one of the most important founding clubs of the first Football League, which began as the West Bromwich Strollers in 1878, a committed group of workers in the West Bromwich Salter Spring jobs. The roots of the club are therefore closely tied to the industrial heritage of the area, and workers in the nearby heavy industry in the early years overwhelm the Hawthorns' tours, their heavy industrial protective clothing, resulting in the "Baggies" label. have long been used by the club and fans.
For me, football dominated childhood Saturdays during the season, and Albion always talked. Legendary names like Jeff Astle and Ronnie Allen were as familiar as anything else in the streets where I grew up. We went to an "Albion Road" and the scarves were both sailors and whites. In the domestic game on Saturday, garage doors would rise equally, and Ford Cortinas and the Escorts would have turned in the formation before the crowd moved to West Bromwich Albion fans call the "The Shrine." Up to the present day, 30 years later, the sight of the Hawthorns headlights is still shaking in my spine and backing me for the days when the team ran to the old reggae melody, "The Liquidator" was Harry J Allstars and Bryan Robson the captain t-shirt 7.
West Brom in the veins. So it was always. The emotional attachment to the local football club, especially when the family line is handed down, is difficult to explain to non-fans, but you can never go and my God sometimes when you want to run. Support for "The Baggies" was not the lilan. You must be stoic, very stoic.
Albion is such a big part of my family as any of us. Dad and grandfather were big Albion fans, and this gave me and my brother like striped DNA. In today's games, I often think of the dad, in the '50s, sitting on the railway sleepers who were sitting in the bank and now the Birmingham's "Brummie" road, watching the beloved Throstles after leaving the bicycle "entering someone" on the ground . And then there are so many my beloved grandfather, Daniel Nock, long gone who was standing where I was sitting, with a flat cap and a sword, cigars in the hands of Hawthorns in the 60's when Albion flew high, won the League Cup -66- and the FA Cup in # 68. The soil gives me the most striking feeling that "home" sounds unpalatable but true. For me there is something very special about that place and I know that the basic feeling will not fade.
When I grew up, football was everywhere and everywhere. I spent Saturday afternoons at Nan and my grandfather in Blackheath. Nan and I listened to the radio on the radio, waiting for my father, my grandfather, brother and champion to grow on two other neighboring Ernie and Ivan to return from the match. When we won, and at the end of the 70s this was much more frequent, the Grandma came to the back door, which Cyrille Regis's childhood hero and the entire Albion legend Tony & # 39; Bomber & # 39; These were the days when they said I was too young to go and dad deny it absolutely. That is why I had to rely on my brother's stories about his experience with Smethwick End. The stories I was scared of, the collapse of the terraces and the sporadic violence that arose in the English-language game at that time bricks and coins were thrown as a thinly distinct fan.
At the end of the seventies, West Brom was a pretty cute team, and this was a great time for fans, happy to see many of the painful economic downturns that hit the Black country hard with the old steel and manufacturing industries that supported our communities in a a century or more, to start and break down. Football was even more important to the local people, who had to focus and escape. In 1979, WBA ranked third in 1st class and qualified for European football. This was the flair team that has been attacked by fans today and we only saw in the last two seasons that Albion is close to their level. Albion sent three black players to the same team, which was completely unknown to English football – Cyrille Regis, Brendon Batson, and Laurie Cunningham, a wonderful talented, sadly late. These incredibly talented football fans are known as "The Three Degrees" and are the pioneers of football black footballers who inspired a generation
Cyrille and was still a man's tower and still loves and admires Albion fans. He was a very strong and powerful player who would have had a lot of true benchmarks that he would have to put everything down. Brave, big and fast, and some absolute loops from and beyond distance. It did not crash. At the end of 2011 I was lucky enough to meet Cyril while having a charity gathering before the Hawthorns before the home game. It was wonderful to tell him he was the hero of Albion, and nervously but proudly showed the back of my shirt like "Regis 9". I was very surprised that a fan was wearing the latest home t-shirt and was as graceful as I could ever have imagined: it was a great moment for the WBA loving kid I was still very good at.
Players from Regis, Batson, and Cunningham had to face the terrible racism this week, the week they did best, West Brom's famous 1978 5-3 victory over Man Utd at Old Trafford on You can see a lot better than You Tube. At a glance, Laurie Cunningham has repeatedly appeared on fans of Man Utd, undoubtedly because of the color of his skin and unusually old, even mentioned by commentator Gerald Sinstadt, who refers to the "black repetition of black players". The ability of Cunningham to cross the United midfield is breathtaking. Sinstadt simply goes on, regardless of whether Sinstadt is "zealous but confused" and shows how true a scientist and wonderful football player he was. All three of these players reacted to racism and let the football react to ignorance and mumbling chicks. The hordes of fans and other enthusiasts made the "three grades" specially to our club and brought them to our hearts.
The Albion story, years after the end of the 1970s, were complex and difficult for Baggies fans. My first league match was West Brom v Liverpool in February 1981. The match was 2-0 against the then-league champions with a wonderful back goal of Bryan Robson. I think in my childhood I thought this would always be the case. That was not how it got developed. I had to wait another thirty years to sit and watch my club to do something really special when I was lucky enough to see Albion beat Emirates in a 2010 Premier League game at Arsenal. But it is worth waiting. I was happy to listen to Albion fans on the phone to their loved ones after the game exclaimed: "I feel we've won the Cup!" … fans of 20-year-olds are proud to announce on Facebook "This is the best day of my life!" It seems ridiculous, but I know what it means. In 1981, in the old rainbow stand, one of my father's and the packaged soup-packed contents and the mini pig slaughter was never to be forgotten.
In 1992, I convinced my dad to come with me and see Albion for the first time in years. By then, we have been abusing the old class 3. The Hawthorns were bad and the attendance was poor. We played Leyton Orient and the performance was not sparkling. I do not feel like I'm going to visit the club on my knees after we were and I know it was even harder for my dad to see the fun days of Jeff Astle. But I was still happy about the singing of Brummie Rd and Smethwick End station and the fact that the hardcore of the fans grabbed the club. At half-time I walked and touched the grass of the Hawthorns track, no one cared about climbing the dam. It was not the wonderful tired football that Albion played as a kid, but at least they pulled a line. We've gone many up and down – too many in the catalog – because Albion had to be crowned by the classic yo yo club – with successive promotions and downsizing that emphasize the whims of Albion fans.
I met Albion's promotional bosses, Roberto di Matteo, in Wembley in August. Albion returned to Di Matteo's Premier League during the 2009-2010 season. My friend approached Di Matteo and took him to take a photo with me for "my father" as he told her. I remember greeting him that he was mumbling about being a West Brom fan, probably with the sort of face a Chilean mine could look at on his savior. God knows what he was thinking but pleaded with good compassion, I think in November 1992 I remembered that cold, dark day, and I was so grateful that he and others, like Ardilles, Megson and Roy Hodgson, had brought us back to our club afterwards.
In 2010, my annual WBA membership renewal was a promotional edition of the Hawthorns and Jeff Astle, featuring the following words: "You were born Baggie and you're the team since then". First I thought it was a bit chewy, and then I was surprised to have put half a pair of eyes in my eyes because that is true. This is about ownership, and that's what the local football clubs love for us.
The club where I was born was sometimes the pride of my life, but there would be no other way.
I hope God's 1992 days are forbidden forever, but when they come back, I know I still love the club and always do. But I'm gloomy and we get a really good soul when we go, so we're continuing the song of the Psalm, no matter what score we get – you never know when to help your green meadows and quiet waters … Until today I will never stop listening, it is no coincidence that this is an Albion football hymn and you will hear that fans sing in every match. If there was a hymn to the need for faith when you face the dark night of the soul , that's it, and there are many of my God who are for Albion fans. 3-0 up, do you think he's safe? Think again! We call this "typical bloody Albion", but try to keep us away – we do not know. We are Albion.
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