Who was it that helped make you a hibby for life ???
I want to thank my dad for having the brains to make
Me a hibby when I was a boy.
His father was also a good hibs man too
And I have to say I have now with great
Pleasure added another 3 loyal hibbys of
My own
I have lived through the 80s 90s when these yams
Used to give it to us all the time , also an attempted
Take over.
So Please leave a message to the man/ woman who put
You on the path to happy hibbie after
Results 1 to 30 of 58
Thread: Thank you dad
-
15-12-2011 03:38 PM #1
- Join Date
- Nov 2011
- Location
- Bonnyrigg
- Posts
- 131
Thank you dad
Last edited by Hibby cal; 15-12-2011 at 03:55 PM.
-
15-12-2011 03:49 PM #2This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
-
15-12-2011 03:55 PM #3
- Join Date
- May 2002
- Location
- In the west travelling east.
- Age
- 68
- Posts
- 10,613
- Blog Entries
- 1
Cal, every post you make I keep hoping will rhyme!!! Where is Rupert when we need him?
-
15-12-2011 03:59 PM #4This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
-
15-12-2011 04:01 PM #5This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
-
15-12-2011 04:03 PM #6This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
I have the next door neighbours to thank for me becoming a Hibby. They were all Yam tramps and I didn't want to be like them.
-
15-12-2011 04:04 PM #7This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
-
15-12-2011 04:05 PM #8
My Dad
I can also say that my wee boy will grow up to follow the Hibees just like me.
-
15-12-2011 04:28 PM #9
- Join Date
- Apr 2002
- Posts
- 1,911
Have to thank my Uncle Eddie for making me a hibbie ......my Dad was a
-
15-12-2011 04:42 PM #10
- Join Date
- Apr 2002
- Age
- 49
- Posts
- 27,490
Thanks for nothing Dad you auld Jambo git!
Credit to the Grandad of a school friend who ran Lilywhites sports shop for bringing back a couple of Hibs tops that I then fell in love with.
And my old man wasn't that bad as he took me to Easter Road when it was clear that's what needed done.
I think my big sister took me to my first actual game. In the old terrace for the Tom Hart trophy. Hibs scored a late winner to win 1-0. She was only about 6 years older than me. Changed days! We'd probably be taken into care for that sort of thing now.
-
15-12-2011 04:45 PM #11This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
Snap! My Uncle Dave rescued my brother and I. Mind you, his son became a Jambo when he went to school
-
15-12-2011 04:48 PM #12This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
As for the OP, I too have my Dad to thank for passing Hibs down like a genetic disorder.
-
-
15-12-2011 05:00 PM #14
It's my dad's fault. I'm 50 years of age and i haven't seen my team win the Scottish Cup
-
15-12-2011 05:11 PM #15
My Grandad and my mum are mostly to thank(?)
My Dad played on a Saturday and then ran a team for a few years so has only become a regular attendee recently.
If I have any kids I'll be making sure they go through the same hell as o have, mainly because it makes you savour the good times all the more. Celtic and Rangers fans will never know a feeling like 1991 or 2007 or when we finally win the holy grail.Last edited by Pretty Boy; 15-12-2011 at 05:13 PM.
-
15-12-2011 05:15 PM #16johnbc70Left by mutual consent!
My Dad took me along when I was 6 or 7, although his Dad was not really a football fan and both his brothers are yams. My son who is one already has his first Hibs strip.
-
15-12-2011 05:30 PM #17
- Join Date
- Jul 2003
- Location
- United Kingdom
- Posts
- 11,781
School mates. My family was/is full of the unwashed. Now I have converted lots of nieces and nephews to see the light. Bought all my nephews a half season ticket for Christmas as soon as they were 10. Then watched the kids get the bug and get a full season ticket one in summer. Only one wee get has switched back to the tramps
-
15-12-2011 05:33 PM #18
- Join Date
- Nov 2011
- Location
- Bonnyrigg
- Posts
- 131
This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
-
15-12-2011 05:49 PM #19
Whole family were/are Hibs die hards..There was never any doubt i would grow up to be a staunch hibs fan..I thank my family massively for that.
My nephew now 18 was a Jambo when i first clamped eyes on him aged 5...His whole family were Jambos but nae one took him to games ( My ex burds sisters laddie BTW) So i decided to take it upon myself to let him tag me along to Easter rd, He loved every minute of watching Hibs.. took him to the 6-2 game..And when the camera pans in on the old East as Oneil made it number 5 you see him and me going radge.
For 11 long years we were together side by side as season ticket holders..Now he has kinda lost interest in the last 2 or 3 seasons...I dont see him much anymore but i see him going past the window now and again and he knows where i stay so when he passes and he has his hibs top on and he sees me at the window he kisses the badge and raises his fist as if to say' Uncle Andy, Hibernian forever FT Hearts'.. Goose pimples go right up my neck!!..I made him a Hibee and his family have never forgiven me.
God bless the Hibs.
-
15-12-2011 06:03 PM #20
Old man for me too! My wee brother wanted to be a Yam, I suppose going to Craiglockhart & Tynecastle schools was quite difficult!
He saw the error of his ways with some "family influence" and now his 3.5 year old laddie is following a familiar route!
-
15-12-2011 06:05 PM #21
A combination of Aidan Smith and my University football coach in my 2nd year as an undergraduate.
I had gone right off football altogether at that point - was a Livingston fan since they moved to Almondvale in 1995 (didn't support anyone before that, despite my uncle's best efforts to get me to Ibrox)but had grown utterly disillusioned with the financial mismanagement and downright farce the club had become under the stewardship of Pearse Flynn and Angelo Massone. I had given up on going to any football until, for a large charity drive we had as part of our 2nd year squad honours, our coach (a Jambo) had just finished reading Heartfelt and encouraged us all to try this to raise funds for half a season. We had to pick a club we had grown up with no real feeling for and see if we could follow them and develop enthusiasm.
I really didn't want to bother at first, as I was really scunnered with football at this time, but in the team spirit, I chose Hibs and reluctantly went to a few games. This was during the Mowbray era when the football was a joy to behold at times and I very quickly got to enjoying watching the classy attacking side which developed during that era. With no lingering emotion to any other club at the time, I started following Hibs with some regularity and really enjoyed it, even going to away games in Glasgow, Aberdeen, Inverness, Tynecastle...The thing which really got me into it though, more than the football itself, was the welcome into the "family", whereby after 3 games of knowing absolutely nobody, I found a group at one game who chatted the whole way through and invited me to start joining them at future games, which made it that much more enjoyable.
Never really looked back and I've made some great friends and enjoyed some great memories along the way, even in a short period of time, with limited on the park success!Madness, as you know, is a lot like gravity. All it takes is a little push.
-
15-12-2011 06:16 PM #22
The previous post is what its all about no matter who you end up supporting. A very similar experience to the one i've had re West Ham over the last few years.
-
15-12-2011 06:42 PM #23This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
Oh my old man's a Hibby
He used to sit me on his knee
He took me to Tynecastle Park
In January 73
There were only 9 minutes gone
When O'Rourke gave Hibs the lead
The Hibs fans were estastic
My pants I almost peed
The second came on fifteen minutes
Alex Edwards got the ball
He crossed it to Alan Gordon
He stood at six foot tall
He brought the ball down on his chest
And slipped it in the net
The Hibs were now two goals up
Without even breaking sweat
We didn't have too long to wait
Before we grabbed another goal
Twenty six minutes were on the clock
The Hibs were on a roll
This time it was Arthur Duncan's turn
To stick it in the net
My dad had £10 on us to win
He knew he had won his bet
The Hearts fans they were singing
"We'll support you ever more"
When Cropley scored for the Hibs
It was twenty five to four
The Hibs fans they went ballastic
They couldn't believe their eyes
The Hibees were now four goals up
I almost dropped my pie!
We were still in celebration mode
When we scored to make it five
Arthur Duncan with a header in the box
It was great to be alive
The Hearts fans were astounded
Their team couldn't match the green
You could tell just from the look on their face
This was the best fitba they had ever seen
Fifty six minutes were on the clock
When Pat Stanton won the ball
He ran it past the Hearts defence
They were ****ed, they could hardly crawl
He kept on going and going
The Hibs fans thought he was brill
He crossed it to wee Jimmy O'Rourke
To make it six nil
Fifteen minutes of the game remained
When Alan Gordon made it seven
The Hearts fan they were in hell
But the Hibs fans were in heaven
Stanton, Cropley, Duncan and O'Rourke
Some of the finest to wear the green
Thank you Turnbull's Tornadoes
The greatest team I've ever seen
Coats on
P.S. I made it up. My dad never took me to football and I was 16 in 1973Last edited by iwasthere1972; 15-12-2011 at 06:45 PM.
-
15-12-2011 06:43 PM #24
My Dad. Probably the only good thing he's done in his life.
-
15-12-2011 06:49 PM #25This quote is hidden because you are ignoring this member. Show Quote
Yes, thanks dad and grandad (and reputedly it went back further). There was never going to be any other way fortunately.Last edited by stu in nottingham; 16-12-2011 at 10:15 AM.
-
15-12-2011 07:05 PM #26
My Maws side of the family all Hibees plus all school mates (like any other good Leith school)
Dad wasn't interested in fitba at all so just went along masel in 1960 my first game at ER a friendly against Bolton which we won 2-0 still got the programme
Never looked back since....
-
15-12-2011 07:08 PM #27
Unfortunately my old man didn't live long enough to see me become a hibby.
Although he wasn't a hibby as such, he was a football supporter (they had them back in the day) he was probably more of a Stirling Albion supporter, but loved to watch the famous Five so would try to get to Easter Road as often as he could.
I started by watching the Albion then at about 14 told my old dear I was going to Annfield and got the train through to ER, that was 40 years ago now.
Took my own son to see the Albion when he was 5 and he was bored rigid, took him to Easter Road a couple of months later, and he loved it, he's been a Hibby now for almost 20 years, so I suppose there must be something in the genes."Football should always be played beautifully, you should play in an attacking way, it must be a spectacle". Johan Cruyff.
-
-
15-12-2011 07:31 PM #29
My Dad and his Dad before him.
Took it upon ourselves to take my cousin to games when he was wee (came from a rugby family with Jambo leanings).
No denying he is a Hibby now.
Got two wee boys myself now, and one day (when we are up) I will take them to Easter Road, with my Dad.
It will be a proud day.
J
-
15-12-2011 07:43 PM #30
Not much interest in football in my family, but fortunately I went to a primary school full of Hibbies in the mid-70s.
Log in to remove the advert |
Bookmarks