My father took me and my brother from being around 7 or 8 I would guess. Later when I was older I cycled to Odsal from Cleckheaton . I was one of the 300 and odd who attended the last home match before we folded in 1963, and one of the 15000 plus when we reopened against Hull KR. (So I guess I have seen a few financial calamities) Been going ever since. I took my son from him being able to toddle, and he now is taking his children.

Errol Stock - how your name brings back memories. I remember him coming to Northern with Garth Budge. Errol became my hero, how I wanted to play like him! My other hero was Lionel Williamson, who played with his socks rolled down round his ankles. When I played, my socks had to be round my ankles too!! Great post and brought back many memories. Thanks for that, but you have reminded me how ancient I now am.

Got dragged along by some friends around Sept 1995 and told there were exciting things going to happen the name was changing from Northern to Bulls it was going to be the dawn of a new era for League.
I went along with a slightly jaundiced view coming from a Union background, anyway I was surprised at the space of Odsal also the fact that both sets of fans could mix and have some good banter without any fisticuffs, though the only time I saw any was when Worky Town visited and it was their own Fans fighting among themselves that happened on both visits before they dropped out of SL. Still I got hooked by the era of League and the entertainment during the first few years and was committed as a RAB before long.
Though my support has to be from a long distance these days I still support the Bulls with the same passion

Short and simple really - my dad took me from being a kid. That was around the early to middle 1950s, not that I remember much about the games and to be honest, as I believe I've admitted before, the main thing I remember is being told off by my dad for pulling old sauce [and other bottles out of the old tip on which the Coral stand [or, "our conference and banqueting facility", as it is known these days.. stands.

It was never definite I would end up at Odsal though. My Grandfather was a dead keen Avenue fan and, with both clubs playing on Saturdays in those days, I would go with him when Northern weren't playing at home. I got to sit in the stand with my grandad....and got a meat pie at half time, so I gave up a right gravy train to stick to the Northern/Bulls. That kind of dedication should have got me a free ticket, I think..

Amazing BeechwoodBull! I have used Errol Stock as a sign on for the Totalrl.com/forums since 1995 and only one person on there ever knew of him (he asked if I was really him).
I also use it on Twitter - but on there it will never be picked up on.

So you are the first and only person who shares my memory to a tee (at least online). Errol Stock was my first ever true life hero, an excellent fullback who made an immediate impact on his arrival. When games were played with a smattering of snow on the pitch, both he and Garth Budge stood out a mile (sun tanned legs you see!). I think Garth Budge still watches most games - or at least when I saw him last at the back of the "new stand" a couple of years ago.

Some may class us as ancient - but as far as I am concerned - completely on the ball

I started to follow SL when it was first formed and shown on Sky as i was in the RAF Regiment at the time. i then decided to follow a team so i started with the first letter of the alphabet and Bradford was top of the list.
I now live in Silsden and have been a season ticket holder for the past 8 years COYB

My Dad took me as a kid to the odd game my first being GB vs the Kiwis in 1980. I really got into it properly in the mid 80s and have been hooked since.

Having grown up in Pudsey I got some stick for being a Bradford fan so I can empathise with pumpetypump. It just served to make me more vociferous.

On the Errol Stock/Garth Budge connection Garth coached me when I was at Uni. A nice bloke.

In 1993 Keighley Cougars ran a trip to Wembley for GB v NZ, came home from school asking if I could go, my dad said I could but we would go watch a Bradford match before I went to see if I liked it, he hadn't been much for the past few years, but had been going in the 60/70/80s. Went to the first match against Sheffield and we won 36-26 and loved it, went to most of the home games and a few away games that year, then got a season ticket the following season and had one ever since.

The tigress worked with his wife. I am sure she mentioned he wasn't in that good health.

He'll be getting on a bit now I suppose.

My late father came home one day in early 1972 (when I was 10) and told me he was becoming a Director of Bradford Northern. Oh yeah I thought, but a week or two later we were in the Director's Box at McLaren Field to watch a side containing a few legends (Barry Seabourne, David Redfearn, Eddie Tees etc) get turned over by Bramley 8-5. That was a major upset as Northern eventually finished second in the table and only just lost to St Helens in the Championship semi final.

I have plenty of memories from the 4 years the old feller was on the board but many more from after he'd quit. We did live next door to Carole and Garth Budge at Wyke in the seventies and I know Garth isn't in great health now. A nice bloke though and he also coached me at Dudley Hill for a time in the early 1980's.

I started going because my Grandparents and Auntie were season ticket holders. I think I got one free so my Dad started taking me 1990/91 season.

The first season I can really remember was 93 when we signed Paul Newlove. Used to stand at that time on the 3rd corner at Rooley Lane end of the ground. We stood with my Aunties friends which was great as they kept me warm with hot Bovril at half time!!!

Used to also go watch speedway on a Saturday night and would go down Sunday morning to help put the corners down for the afternoon Northern game. As an 8year old I loved it as I was the only kid and it meant I could walk pitchside. Don't think it would be allowed now with H&S laws.

Some long love affairs going on here, mines quite a lot shorter.

Lancashire born and raised, no Yorkshire blood in me but Bradford has always been my team, first match was the Grand final in 2002 when I was 13 (I think) when a Sean Long DG earned a win for Saints, then quite sporadic after that for a few years with games here and there, then the GF in 2005 was the next game I remember.

Since about 2008 I have been ever present, could be my bad luck we started to go down hill since then, best memory is the 22-20 win over wigan in 2010, missed some games here and there but ive always tried to make it.