My earliest memories...My earliest memories, and some of my best, are as a child attending games at Elm Park in my first ever season in 1994/1995, back when HNA? was first formed. I'd watched football on TV before then, but one weekend early on in the season I was round my uncle's house when he said 'come on then lad, I think you're old enough to see the real thing' and so he took me to my first ever game, after which I was hooked. My memories of my first ever season are of standing on the South Bank, right down at the front towards the Tilehurst End so that I had a little space and could actually see the pitch. I was in awe at some of the players on show back then, not least Jimmy Quinn and Archie Lovell. As the season progressed we moved further towards the Town End to get closer to the atmosphere, and what an end to the season it was. I recall walking down Wembley way, and some of the Play-Off final game itself, but luckily as a young lad my memories of that particular day are somewhat hazy, and so my over-arching memories of that first season are all about falling in love with Reading FC.
My first taste of success...Skip forward to 2001/2002 and by now I'm a teenager, having held a season ticket since 1995/1996 I've seen the club move to the Madejski Stadium and I am now also attending several away games with my mates. At home we've got our first ever family computer, allowing to discover HNA? for the first time. This added dimension to following Reading helped me in playground arguments as to why following the Royals was better than Man Utd, Liverpool or Arsenal, and I still believe that even today. My over-arching memory of this season though came on the final day, the promotion decider away to Brentford. What an incredible day it was, with blue and white balloons filling the away end before kick-off, a real party atmosphere, followed by one of the most tense games I can remember. When Cureton latched on to that flick on by Parky, and so beautifully took the ball over their keeper to make it 1-1, the away end went into complete pandemonium. The fifteen or so minutes that followed were nail biting stuff but the relief and celebrations at the final whistle will stick with me forever, my first taste of Reading success!
Give it to Murty!...By 2005/2006 I'd left school and was studying at University, with HNA? giving me something useful to read in the library, as well as being good at helping to break up the monotony of a six hour round train journey to home matched having refused to give up my season ticket, and what a fantastic decision that turned out to be. To be honest I could have picked one of so many highlights in what turned out to be a record breaking season, not least clinching promotion itself away at Leicester, or even thrashing Derby 5-0 at home to secure the title, but for me it was the final goal in the final game of the season which really put a smile on my face. Having broken so many records the season looked like it was going to end with a 1-1 draw against QPR, when with about five minutes of normal time left the Royals were awarded a penalty. Every outfield player of note had scored during the season, with the exception of one, our loyal captain Graham Murty. Immediately the crowd began singing his name, willing for him to take the penalty, and so it was that the great leader would step up and smash the ball home down the middle of the net. I've never seen the Madejski erupt with so much passion, what a great way to end the season, capped off by a celebration which saw Murty take out our fury mascot Kingsley, who once tackled to the floor ended up at the bottom of a bundle featuring without a doubt the greatest squad of players I have ever had the pleasure of seeing wear the famous blue and white hoops.
Here's to another 20+ years!