one day maybe...
26-08-2014, 09:56 PM
I remember going to Easter Road as a wee boy in the mid to late 70’s and I would roar on Mickey Edwards and stand googly eyed at Alex Cropley (my hero at that age). The crowds were huge or so I thought, a scary mix of drunken men and young boys swaying back and forward as Hibs attacked. I fell in love with the men in Green & White.
As I grew older I went by myself, my dad no longer required to come with me. It was the eighties the excitement off the pitch far more appetising than the garbage on it. Year after year I yearned for Hibs to turn Hearts over in derby games, I hated getting beat in those games and went home from many a game gutted, but still passionately in love with the Hi-bees. That era being a Hibs fan was the worst in derby history, but still I went in hope of turning them over, still I loved the Hi-bees.
My first final was great even though we lost to Aberdeen, 85-86 season. I couldn’t wait to return to Hampden as an expectant Hibby, I had to wait 7 more seasons. A league cup win in the 91-92 season was ace even though I was one of thousands locked out of Hampden. I’d never seen so many Hibs fans.
Further visits to the league cup final in 93-94 and 03-04 didn’t go as planned, but hey I’m a Hibby things don’t always go to plan. The final in 06-07 saw us play exceptionally well on a snowy Sunday in Glasgow, the first and only time I have seen Hibs lift a trophy.
My first Scottish Cup final was in 00-01, I arrived like many others praying we could end the hoodoo, alas we never turned up on the day and Celtic waltzed away with the trophy. We were not to appear again until that fated final in 2011-12 and then again a year later, we were teased with the opportunity to grasp history, we came up short.
Over the last few season my heart has grown heavier and heavier being a Hibs fan. I have watched our team become weaker and weaker. I am at a loss as to what has happened to that little boy who screamed at Mickey Edwards every home game on a Saturday, what has happened to the club he loves?
I don’t recognise Hibs anymore.
I was writing this as we were 2-0 down to Dumbarton and swithered as to whether to post it. Well I have, as you can read.
I will say well done on retrieving the situation, but we should never be 2-0 down at home to a team of part timers.
So for the management and players, I ask. please give us back the pride I once felt as a wee boy pulling on my freshly washed strip. Please wear our colours with pride, passion and commitment and I will still love you. That can’t be too much to ask surely.
GGTTH
As I grew older I went by myself, my dad no longer required to come with me. It was the eighties the excitement off the pitch far more appetising than the garbage on it. Year after year I yearned for Hibs to turn Hearts over in derby games, I hated getting beat in those games and went home from many a game gutted, but still passionately in love with the Hi-bees. That era being a Hibs fan was the worst in derby history, but still I went in hope of turning them over, still I loved the Hi-bees.
My first final was great even though we lost to Aberdeen, 85-86 season. I couldn’t wait to return to Hampden as an expectant Hibby, I had to wait 7 more seasons. A league cup win in the 91-92 season was ace even though I was one of thousands locked out of Hampden. I’d never seen so many Hibs fans.
Further visits to the league cup final in 93-94 and 03-04 didn’t go as planned, but hey I’m a Hibby things don’t always go to plan. The final in 06-07 saw us play exceptionally well on a snowy Sunday in Glasgow, the first and only time I have seen Hibs lift a trophy.
My first Scottish Cup final was in 00-01, I arrived like many others praying we could end the hoodoo, alas we never turned up on the day and Celtic waltzed away with the trophy. We were not to appear again until that fated final in 2011-12 and then again a year later, we were teased with the opportunity to grasp history, we came up short.
Over the last few season my heart has grown heavier and heavier being a Hibs fan. I have watched our team become weaker and weaker. I am at a loss as to what has happened to that little boy who screamed at Mickey Edwards every home game on a Saturday, what has happened to the club he loves?
I don’t recognise Hibs anymore.
I was writing this as we were 2-0 down to Dumbarton and swithered as to whether to post it. Well I have, as you can read.
I will say well done on retrieving the situation, but we should never be 2-0 down at home to a team of part timers.
So for the management and players, I ask. please give us back the pride I once felt as a wee boy pulling on my freshly washed strip. Please wear our colours with pride, passion and commitment and I will still love you. That can’t be too much to ask surely.
GGTTH