Actually a bit of a sad story this one…I did indeed first get into football in the 1986 World Cup. Northern Ireland had qualified again, and my Dad had managed to go to a few of the matches in the previous 6 years or so, including buying me a programme for the 1-0 win over…
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It all reached a very very surreal peak when I led the troops of the South of England Northern Ireland Supporters Club all the way to the Isle of Wight in the first year of my chairmanship of the club. It may just sound like we fancied a party on the island, but the story…
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Well in a way, it has taken me well over three years to condense this amazing trip into words for a weblog, so here goes, and bear with me, we bunged a hell of a lot in here. This post is basically the third out of a four part 25th birthday celebration for me during…
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I have always been a massive George Best (and football) fan. This is one story which happened by chance and I simply could not have contemplated would happen. The mistakes we make in life and the way fate falls makes life so interesting. One Monday in Los Angeles during July 2007 I found myself in…
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In April 1996 I was a massive Oasis fan and had built up a collection of their entire back catalogue, import singles and everything they had released really. This had become a bit of an obsession as a recently turned 16 year old. I now had my National Insurance Card and I could legally buy…
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As I have mentioned before I always had a fascination with transport and travel. It was more the doing of it than the technical and manufacturing side. In the 1980s, back in them days Summer holidays would be spent in Northern Ireland (we would have seen no need to leave our home country). This meant…
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Its taken me a while to actually post about the first club team I ever supported. This is because I was kind of waiting till I had some useful photos of times following Glentoran, but then I realised that I won’t have these photos any time soon. My parents have them all!! So I’ll begin…
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It was a great few days out. It was a great time. It was me being with my mates all over again. The mates that had been there with me through the 1990s and early part of this century. The whole plan came together and I forever thank Michael and Gavin McClelland for their organisation…
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A grey 1980s sky skimmed over sheltered Newtownards as I appeared on this planet. It was Sunday March 30th 1980 and there I was free to the world in Adair House in Ards Hospital, Newtownards, Northern Ireland, United Kingdom / Untied Queendom. I love Newtownards for some reason, and I’ve seen a hell of a…
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While I was young I spent most of my life in Bangor, Northern Ireland. I never supported the local football team, Bangor FC, as my team of choice (and my Dad’s and my Grandad’s) was Glentoran FC who played in East Belfast (a 20 minute drive) and I used to go to watch them. However…
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