This is a very inspiring and wonderful thread. It is great to read so many memories and stories, some of which I fear are before my time.
My first game was in the early 1980s, lower league. We beat Huddersfield (how often do we say that now?). It was maybe a year or two after Wally Lewis; oh how I'd of loved to have seen him play in the Wakefield shirt. (If anyone has a video of him playing I'd love to see it.)
I never had the glory days of Wembley. In fact to date I've never been to Wembley for an RL match. Always foolishly holding out until the day we make it.
I've seen us promoted 3 times, relegated and demoted. I was there at the McAlpine (as was called) to see us beat Featherstone and feel the elation of promotion. I've been to the 2 Yorkshire Cup Finals (since I started following the team) and am proud to say we are the current holders of the Yorkshire Cup
In the 90's I left the Wakefield area to go to University in East Yorkshire and have remained here. As a result of cost, time, commitments, living abroad and now extensive travel with work I saw few games in a period between the 90's and the last decade.
I still live a fair distance away and it is 100 mile round trip for a home game. No longer do I only see the team when they play in Hull or I'm visiting the folks. I go as much as I realistically can.
I've held a season ticket for 3 years now. Although I don't get my money back in games attended (due to work travel taking me away) I feel a part of this club.
I often get frustrated with the management behind the scenes and the players. Yet whenever the whistle goes to start a match I feel as though I'm there on the pitch feeling every tackle, every emotion, every moment.