My memories, off the top of my head.

Jarrod McCracken, hards as nails.
John Harrison's headers.
The roof ripping off in the biggest hailstones I've seen.
Losing 5-4 to Wigan, but really appreciating a good hard game of rugby.
Getting soaked to the bone when we won 19 nil (Paul Hardcastle) with Tommy's remarkable pass.
Derek McVey, well we fecking showed them.
Paul Loughlin bursting his ball bag.
Hunte butting Offiah (rumours of Martin trying it on with his Mrs) and the ball boy giving him the two finger salute.
Fogarty fighting with Skerett and probably Cowie too.
Jason Robinson scoring a try by playing the ball to himself (when you couldn't tap it anymore with no markers)
Scoring tries from the kick off (David Lyon and Steve Prescott)
Needing Newlove to score a try against Wire in the final game of 1996 to win £1,000 in fantasy rugby in the Wigan Evening Post.
Games live on ITV on a Saturday afternoon.
Wonderfuel gas sign.
Ripping my jeans on a long screw under that sign.
Buying a pint in the ground.
Beating the pies with 12 men in the challenge cup.
Wide to west and my mrs missing it (been on a course in Newcastle), and my cousin leaving early for night shift and seeing the commotion in the black bull.
Never catching the ball with a kick to the corner, but having my fingers knocked back twice.
The benches being on the other side of the pitch.
McClennan throwing good ale away.
The Coors shirt and 41-6. (41 is a lottery number of mine)
Walking across the pitch at half time of a reserve game.
Taking my children for the first time.
My son telling me after the wire play off game that the last game will be Huddersfield.
Running up Dunriding Lane to catch the 320 to Blackbrook after a match on Sunday (normally missing the end of the match), then giving your mates V as they'd missed the bus but saw an extra minute or two of the game.
Winter rugby!

Its just a pity I've no idea when my first game was.

Now THAT is post of the year.

My thoughts are with your dad & family. The year we played Hull in the Grand Final my dad had had 3 heart attacks and by the time of the final he was unrecognisable as the person we knew, we really thought it would be the last time he would get to see Saints in a major final, if any game at all. Thankfully he has gone on to make a good recovery and was able to join me at the Cas game so we got to share one last memory of the old girl.

Win or lose on friday rest assured you'll get to create a whole new set of memories at the new place with your son.

The smell of the fags
The reek of the loos
The life etched in faces
That hoped not to lose

Proud amongst my kids
Cheering with my mates
Standing with Grandad and Dad,
Now outside other Gates

Sitting on the wall,
Leaning in the Edington
Queuing for drinks
And always getting rained on

Memories of Pimblett and Pinner
Joynty and co
Beating the Pies
But not the Kangaroos

Goodbye KR!
Thanks for every memory!
When the last brick has gone,
You'll live on as a part of me.

Superb

I'm excited and nervous. I'm eagerly anticipating with a sense of dread... Fridays final visit to KR.

4174 days ago, I was sat on the steps upto the scaff, my first ever visit to KR. I'd always been a supporter, watching all televised games, but had never been taken (due to my family not being keen supporters). I remember cheering as Sullivan sprinted back to save a 40-20, with a dive Gordon Banks would be proud of. Watching Patch tear shreads out of Sheffield Eagles with his infamous "spinning into the tackle" technique, in a 39-30 win. Seeing the Saints legends such as Paul Newlove and Tommy Martyn, giving helping hands to Keiron Cunningham, Paul Wellens, Tony Stewart & Sean Long. Wondering which of our aforementioned youngsters would make it to stardom.

I suppose for me, its full circle. Its apt we finish with Huddersfield. The Huddersfield Giants of today, are the Sheffield Eagles of that day. I like to think I'm starting and finishing in the same place, I have conclusion. 17,500 on Friday please. Knowsley Road... She deserves it.

In 3 days time, it will be the last time I see my old friend. It will all be over. I've neglected you of late, but I still love you. It's been emotional. Farewell..!

My memoir and farewell of Knowsley Road - leeds.rlfans.com/readarticle.php?article_id=1490 It's a long way to Old Trafford, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to It's a long way to Old Trafford To the sweetest girl I know. Goodbye Knowsley Road, Farewell Walls as loo‘s, It's a long, long way to Old Trafford But my heart's right there.

My memoir and farewell of Knowsley Road - leeds.rlfans.com/readarticle.php?article_id=1490 It's a long way to Old Trafford, It's a long way to go. It's a long way to It's a long way to Old Trafford To the sweetest girl I know. Goodbye Knowsley Road, Farewell Walls as loo‘s, It's a long, long way to Old Trafford But my heart's right there.

I remember him sliding about 15 yards for that try. Also, Sullivan chasing someone down about 80 yards to knock the ball out of someones hands when scoring (can't remember who) which just shows Warrington's luck there in all it's glory.

Pretty sure my first game there was against Oldham, can't remember much about it. I would love to count the hours I've spent there, it's provided me with plenty of entrainment.

Richard Henare or something similar?

Earliest recollection is being taken to a midweek 'A' team game by my Grandad in the early sixties and being confused cos Saints were playing in blue.
Going with my Dad in the seventies and not missing a home game when we had the first division sewn up by Christmas.
Taking my son to his first game 14 years ago, sitting him on the wall behind the sticks and letting 'the old ladies' look after him.
The 'sef-cleaning', eco-friendly, open-air urinals. A true historical monumnet insofar as five generations of the same family have peed up those walls.
Numerous 'hug a complete stranger' moments after last gasp wins.
Since 1996;
- The snow, fog, and torrential rain of 'summer rugby', elements braved by the hardy bunch who have stood in frony of the bungalow.
- Trudging away in philosophical mood after defeats to Quins, Catalans and Wakefield.
- The Hanley protests.
- The Millward sit-in.
- Wide to West
- The ritual slaughtering of the Wolfs
- 75 - 0
- And many, many more memories.

The game i can recall most from a young age was we beat Trafford (i think) 112-0. It wasn't my first ever game but it's the game that really sticks in my mind as the one that got me hooked.

It's a weird feeling thinking about all the great moments ive seen and reading what others are on here. For me and others, it's not just the rugby but going there with your dad for first time then taking my own son.

It's not just a rugby thing but also a family thing.

From all the memories of the great tries, goals, games nothing felt better than standing at KR with my dad watching the saints.

You trying to make everyone on here cry? Fantastic post though and my thoughts are with you and your family.

Reading this thread has made me even more disappointed that I have to miss the last game, but needs must and I will be there in spirit and hope to hear you all singing loud and proud as we (hopefully) go out of the place in style.

I'm now looking forward to moving to the new ground and be being able to build new memories with my Son as he hopefully grows to love the new place as we all do Knowsley Road. He may be too young to ever remember it but I have the photos of his first (and last ) trip to Knowsley Road so when he is older he will be able to say has been!

This Widnes fan will be there and cant wait.



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Good photo, that.