I was 11 years old when we were promoted to Division 1. I remember being ecstatic.
My father wasn't that interested in football so I had to rely on my uncle to take me along. When he did it was amazing - a mixture of fear and excitement. I never want that fear back. Memories of fear are more exciting than the reality.
We had great players, the place smelt different - you could smell the mud off the pitch. The camaraderie was great, we thought standing great, but the terraces appalling.
I remember seeing Spider Mellor seemingly stride through a defence; Gerry Ryan's pure grit; Jimmy Case showing what hard meant. We were brilliant.
All that aside, for me Now is the better time.
At that time I was young. I had never known any different. I had yet to experience having my club stolen from and yet to experience the depths of division 4 football. I had yet to be within 20 odd minutes (or whatever it was precisely) of going out of existence.
To go through all those years of agony and come out the other side, into a state of the art stadium, with a fan base that has the respect of others round the country is an honour that I can only thank my fellow fans for and doff my cap to messrs knight, bloom, perry, samrah, baine, hart, reinelt, gritt etc etc (loads of names so don't attack the selection.)
Not only that, but to see our team, our stripes, playing a possession and passing game that others admire - that's fantastic. Buckley's goal against Wednesday summarised it for me - beautiful passing followed by a magnificent floated ball right onto Buckley's foot which is finished with precision. Dare I say it - sexy football.
No, now is better. Now is definitely better (but only just.)
My father wasn't that interested in football so I had to rely on my uncle to take me along. When he did it was amazing - a mixture of fear and excitement. I never want that fear back. Memories of fear are more exciting than the reality.
We had great players, the place smelt different - you could smell the mud off the pitch. The camaraderie was great, we thought standing great, but the terraces appalling.
I remember seeing Spider Mellor seemingly stride through a defence; Gerry Ryan's pure grit; Jimmy Case showing what hard meant. We were brilliant.
All that aside, for me Now is the better time.
At that time I was young. I had never known any different. I had yet to experience having my club stolen from and yet to experience the depths of division 4 football. I had yet to be within 20 odd minutes (or whatever it was precisely) of going out of existence.
To go through all those years of agony and come out the other side, into a state of the art stadium, with a fan base that has the respect of others round the country is an honour that I can only thank my fellow fans for and doff my cap to messrs knight, bloom, perry, samrah, baine, hart, reinelt, gritt etc etc (loads of names so don't attack the selection.)
Not only that, but to see our team, our stripes, playing a possession and passing game that others admire - that's fantastic. Buckley's goal against Wednesday summarised it for me - beautiful passing followed by a magnificent floated ball right onto Buckley's foot which is finished with precision. Dare I say it - sexy football.
No, now is better. Now is definitely better (but only just.)