Quote: (Saint) Does anyone else have any strange nondescript games that inexplicably stick in their mind?'"
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My first game was a nondescript sort of game, routine win over Halifax in 1984, I only remember a couple of things. After going in under the scoreboard, seeing the crowd and thinking wow!!! (even though by todays standards it was rubbish) Then looked at all the players on the pitch and I just immediately fixed on one player. "
My first game was a nondescript sort of game, routine win over Halifax in 1984, I only remember a couple of things. After going in under the scoreboard, seeing the crowd and thinking wow!!! (even though by todays standards it was rubbish) Then looked at all the players on the pitch and I just immediately fixed on one player. "Who's that??" to my grandad. "That's Mal Meninga" If WTF had been invented in 1984 I'd have said it. I'd heard about him and Vievers and wanted to see them, but he wouldn't take me until this day, when he finally gave in. And even though the tight sod only took me in at half time when it was free, it was the best thing he ever did for me!!! If he hadn't took me I could have missed out being a Saints fan, missing the greatest comeback at Wembley, 41-6, Wide to West, and funnily enough, some of the dirty players who really riled the crowds into a frenzy, like Skerrett, Cowie, Newton, etc, but Brendan Tuuta most of all for some mad reason!!
Sadly, my grandad passed away in 2006 from cancer but during that year watching probably the best Saints side ever gave him a lot of pleasure to take his mind off things. I'll shed a tear or two tomorrow knowing that it's the end of an era for all us Saints and sharing many fantastic memories with the man who brought me to what is truly the greatest game.
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