Your Era

[RedJedi]

Was made to support Liverpool from the age of 2. Elmyn Hughes was my fave player back then. Was taken to the boys pen for the first time in 77. Remeber getting beat by Utd in the FA cup final and crying my eyes out. Only to be sooo happy a few days later. I lived near Scottie Rd so went up there for my first glimpse at the trophy i have come to love as my own.

Then we signed King Kenny and my love for Liverpool was complete. He is still to this day my hero. Every shirt i had as a kid had a number 7 on the back.

From 1980 / 81 i was allowed to go the match by my self ( how mad is that, age 9 and goin on the Kop with just ya mates ). I went every week except the Man U games as me Mar wouldnt let me go to them.

81 Milk cup final was my first trip to Wembly, seeing Bruce Grobb doing his hand stand.

Prob havent missed many home games since then.

Away games started about 85, turning into a little scally in my wax coat round the hooligan era of 86 87.

Bought my season ticket in 86, first thing i bought with my first months wages.

Went to nearly every game of the Barnes, Beardsley Aldridge season on 88. Best football i have ever seen.

Then i found ecstacy and had a mad few years goin to raves as well as home and away with Liverpool. Goin to watch Liverpool in my flares and gettin called a wool all the time

Had some of the best times of my life with Liverpool

Lets hope i get a feckin ticket next week and have another

[Steve]

I watched Arrowsmith Byrne, Strong, Lawler, Lawrence, Smith, St John, Yeats, Sir Rog, Thomson, Cally et all at Anfield - mainly from the windows at the back of the Kop (wedged between the bars and told not to let go). I was a regular in the 60s and 70s. In the 80's I got to see them infrequently. But I was at the St Etienne game.

My dads cousin and the reason I started following Liverpool in the mid 60's, unfortunately I never got to see him play until after his injury. I remember going to his house and seeing his 1st division winners medal from the 63-64 season.
The 1st game I went to was at Huddersfield Town Feb 12th 1970.

[anfieldanfield]

Sadly, I am a product of the Sky generation.

I remember Evans' great attacking sides of the late 90's, Houllier's treble and of course now Rafa's quest to put us back at the top.

I have been going semi-regularly (10ish games a season) for about three years.

[Parm]

born in 78, my older brother and older cousins are mainly liverpool fans and was brought up to be a red very early on. For me, mid 80s was great but was too young to really appreciate how good our team was.

[tomasjj]

Born 1970
Became a fan in 1977 when I got a full LFC kit for Xmas.
Remember Heighway and King Kenny playing in the early years under Bob.

The 80s are still there...Barnes being one of my all time favs.

90s...Fowler, still my hero.

[Darth Marty]

born in 1975, started supporting, or liking anyway, in 1981, the single biggest love of my life and my pride and joy is the tattoo on my right leg which is the full club logo but with the 5 gold stars above it in a semi circular pattern. Ive booked next thur off to either get star no.6 or to be a miserable ******* on my own. Id prefer the former

[zimbo]

First started going to the match in 1974/75 season. The old fella who lived next door had a season ticket in the Main Stand but didn’t fancy going anymore, so my Dad took it off his hands. I used to go with him and get lifted over the turnstile, without a word from the operator (like that’d happen now!) and sat on my Dad’s knee for the whole of the game.

First game in the Kop was 1977 FA Cup ¼ Final, v Middlesborough, aged 10, three days after the St Etienne game. 56,000 crowd, stood on a stool that my Dad had made, and which lasted about two minutes before being lost forever. Fairclough buried an insane ****ter of a shot from 30 yards, Keegan added a second, Jimmy Case brawled with a young Boro midfielder called Souness and I couldn’t wait to get back there the next week.

Barely missed a game from ’81 to ’88, before moving to Leeds. Only intermittent attendance ever since, I’m afraid, though I like to take my (now) 13 year old when I get the chance, and plan to start my 7 year old’s Anfield education next season.

Stand-outs of my halcyon days include:

- 11-0 win v Stromgodset. Missed the first and last goals due to my Dad’s ridiculously bad sense of timing.
- 1976 UEFA Cup Final, coming from 2-0 to win 3-2, one of the best atmospheres I’ve ever experienced – will always remember standing on my seat in the Main Stand singing ‘We Shall Not Be Moved’.
- European game v Icelandic (or Finnish??) team the day after Shanks died. The game was irrelevant, just a communal sense of shock, sadness, mourning and celebration.
- FA Cup Semi v Man U in 1985 at Goodison. Grimmest game I’ve been to in terms of the hateful atmosphere and knobhead behaviour of so many of our ‘fans’.
- 86 Cup Final v Bluenoses. Travelling to Wembley in a Capri with 3 Reds and 2 Blues, Rushie proving that Lineker wasn’t fit to hold his crisps, and Kenny, just Kenny!
- Being at the famous 5-0 v Forest in ’88 and not thinking it was anything special. We’d seen so many performances like that it just didn’t seem that unusual.

Hopefully, 20 years from now some of you will be boring everyone silly, just like me, with tales of our glorious European Cup win in 2007.

[RedJedi]

First started going to the match in 1974/75 season. The old fella who lived next door had a season ticket in the Main Stand but didn’t fancy going anymore, so my Dad took it off his hands. I used to go with him and get lifted over the turnstile, without a word from the operator (like that’d happen now!) and sat on my Dad’s knee for the whole of the game.

First game in the Kop was 1977 FA Cup ¼ Final, v Middlesborough, aged 10, three days after the St Etienne game. 56,000 crowd, stood on a stool that my Dad had made, and which lasted about two minutes before being lost forever. Fairclough buried an insane ****ter of a shot from 30 yards, Keegan added a second, Jimmy Case brawled with a young Boro midfielder called Souness and I couldn’t wait to get back there the next week.

Barely missed a game from ’81 to ’88, before moving to Leeds. Only intermittent attendance ever since, I’m afraid, though I like to take my (now) 13 year old when I get the chance, and plan to start my 7 year old’s Anfield education next season.

Stand-outs of my halcyon days include:

- 11-0 win v Stromgodset. Missed the first and last goals due to my Dad’s ridiculously bad sense of timing.
- 1976 UEFA Cup Final, coming from 2-0 to win 3-2, one of the best atmospheres I’ve ever experienced – will always remember standing on my seat in the Main Stand singing ‘We Shall Not Be Moved’.
- European game v Icelandic (or Finnish??) team the day after Shanks died. The game was irrelevant, just a communal sense of shock, sadness, mourning and celebration.
- FA Cup Semi v Man U in 1985 at Goodison. Grimmest game I’ve been to in terms of the hateful atmosphere and knobhead behaviour of so many of our ‘fans’. - 86 Cup Final v Bluenoses. Travelling to Wembley in a Capri with 3 Reds and 2 Blues, Rushie proving that Lineker wasn’t fit to hold his crisps, and Kenny, just Kenny!
- Being at the famous 5-0 v Forest in ’88 and not thinking it was anything special. We’d seen so many performances like that it just didn’t seem that unusual.

Hopefully, 20 years from now some of you will be boring everyone silly, just like me, with tales of our glorious European Cup win in 2007.

Wasnt just us, they were throwing golf balls with nails through at us.

[brikkis]

I was born in 1970 and remember the reds from about 84. Don't remember much about the 70's but remember the 84 final and there after.

[Neil Young]

I started supporting in 1967 (it might have been the end of '66) but I don't remember much until the '71 Cup Final.

[Imy]

Nice post mate.

My era would be 1986-1990, probably. I was born in 77. I remember Rome 84 and I remember Heysel. I also remember QPR away in the Milk Cup, on the plastic pitch. It was live on the telly, the BBC I think, and it was a rare treat back then.

Memories of that time are sketchy - although I remember Heysel vividly - but I remember everything about 86 through to 1990.

You've summed up very nicely how I feel about the Barnes/Beardsley/Aldridge side. Watching that side play was heaven.

Manchester United go on about how they're renowned for flowing, expressive attacking football - and perhaps rightly so - but I don't think they ever produced a side as full of flair and as free-flowing as that team of ours.

Tom Finney said it all after we drubbed Forest 5-0 in *that* game.

I was young, though, and I think I took it for granted. The ensuing Souness years were a shock - a reality check.

I remember Nicol's hat-trick at Newcastle, I remember Barnsey's goal against QPR (past a shaggy-haired Spunky Seaman), I remember Craig Johnston trying to nick Rushie's goal in the Cup Final...I could go on all night. Wonderful memories.

I too was born in 77 and you've just taken the words out of my mouth, I truly idolised the Barnes, Beardsley, Aldo, Houghton side. If only we played football like that now!

My brother who was born in 89, and missed all the 'good stuff', I remember telling him in the horrible GH years that we'd be lucky to see the mighty LFC in a CL final in our lifetime again and oh my days we've now reached two in three years!!

[zimbo]

Wasnt just us, they were throwing golf balls with nails through at us.

Yes they were. I'm not saying we were any worse than them.

But from where I was (in the Street End) those golf balls were flying in both directions, for the entire course of the match. Too many of our people were more interested in attacking their mob than watching the match. Just a really ugly time.

And the next month, Heysel. Writing was on the wall unfortunately.

[Harv]

Being in Australia, and having a Spanish father (who followed Madrid) i didn't start following Liverpool till around 95. I was 12 at the time. The first memory i have is early one morning before school sitting in the waiting room, waiting for my old man to collect his new Porsche....the dealership had the FA Cup on a tellie....and Robbie Fowler was tearing Villa a new ass. I was hooked.

My brother, who is also on here, is the other reason i follow the Reds.

I was definately a spice boy

[RedJedi]

Yes they were. I'm not saying we were any worse than them.

But from where I was (in the Street End) those golf balls were flying in both directions, for the entire course of the match. Too many of our people were more interested in attacking their mob than watching the match. Just a really ugly time.

And the next month, Heysel. Writing was on the wall unfortunately.

I was in the St end as well. Guess that was just the norm at the time tho. At the time it didnt bother me. Its only when you look back you see just how mad it was.

Thank god for ecstacy, that sorted out football violence better than Thatcher ever could.

[zimbo]

Thank god for ecstacy, that sorted out football violence better than Thatcher ever could.

Co-incidentally, violence against Thatcher was always my idea of ecstasy.