Great post. Every Dad on here will be able to relate to that.
My son is seven and he started going to Withdean at four, we have sat huddled together under a poncho in the pouring rain watching the likes of Cheltenham Town surrounded by a mass of empty seats. Losing 0-4 to Crewe, the list could go on. But still he wanted to go back time and time again.
Early this seaon one young lad who was sat next to us asked him what Premier League team he supported, his reply was quite simply "I'm just Brighton"
As the final whistle went on Tuesday, I looked down at my son, his arms aloft in celebration and tears of joy rolling down his face.
Yes son, you are, just Brighton!
or mum even...Great post. Every Dad on here will be able to relate to that.
My eyes are glistening over as I read this thread, but feels familiar.
I can still remember the day a few years ago my son came home from school and told me he was a Man U supporter. My attempts to convince him to support Brighton like me failed, "Brighton are rubbish" and "you're not a propper supporter - you never go to games anyway". His words stung, but he was right .. somewhere, somehow I had stopped going to games.
I decided to try for tickets at the withdean for us at least once a month. At first, the bribe of a hotdog was needed for him to come, but later he grew to love it. Many moments of pride were to follow over the next couple of years: he practically lived and slept in his Brighton shirt for weeks at one point ... the feeling of pride when he told me he didn't support Man U anymore.
Tuesday night we listened to the game on the radio and danced around the room together at the final whistle.
We have season tickets in the East stand next year and are both so excited.
Over the past 3 years not only had I turned my son into a Brighton supporter, he had turned me into a "proper" supporter again.
or mum even...
My son was beaten up at secondary school for following the Albion - born in 1984 it has been a bit of grim time for him but he's followed them home and away and abroad as an adult following being dragged to every home game by his mum since the age of 3!
Beautifully written post - made me cry and I can certainly relate to it!