Can many people say they served an 'Elm Park apprenticeship'
I suspect not, to be more specific I mean caring a great deal about the results despite not being old enough to go to more than an agonising handful of games a season.
1989-1992 was that era for me. My dad is a Reading supporter who goes through spells of not actually attending matches. He had a young family at this time so couldn't really afford to go, especially as (a) his youngest son would insist on going too (b) we were utter-sh*t and barely worth watching.
So, from the age of 9 or 10 to 12 or 13, Elm Park visits were a 5 or 6 time a season treat at precisely the height of my obssession with football, all football. In the days when ITV had one televised game on a Sunday and - apart from Saint & Greavsie and Sportsnight FA Cup replay coverage - that was your lot. Even Match of the Day didn't really exist as BBC had nothing other than FA Cup broadcasting rights.
So, Saturdays were spent glued to Steve Beddow on Radio 210 ("In association with Horseman's Coaches, coaching at its best") bringing us 15-minutely updates or news of a goal in the meantime.....and that news was rarely good news.
Specific memories of those years:
- Linesman falling over in an FA Cup replay against Welling.
- Derision at school on a Monday after we'd lost to non league Colchester in the FA Cup on the Saturday, the first time I can ever remember being embarassed to support Reading.
- 11th birthday treat taking some friends in the Family Enclosure to see Reading play Orient. We scored after 30 seconds.....then lost 2-1
- Beddow describing the disgracefuLOL scenes of Stoke dismantling Elm Park before, during and after a meaningless mid-table end of season game.
- Attending Slough away in the FA Cup with my dad and being somewhat terrified of the battle-zone around us.
- Being promised a rare visit to EP for a game vs Fulham, only for the trip to be cancelled at the last minute and going to bed in an adolescent strop.....and the mood was darkened by Beddow sagely relaying the details of a 0-2 loss
The following season we had that good cup run which led to some momentum in the league under McGhee and my dad and I rarely missed a game for 2 and a half seasons by which time I was old enough to deal with a bus journey from 3 Tuns to Oxford Road in any case. But the love affair always seemed more passionate for the distance between us in the early days