Filbert street with Dad.....memories!

[TonyJamesLegend]

Had the pleasure of making this pic today for a customer for fathers day, I was so delighted how it came out I just had to share. Im sure lots on here have great memories like this, me included. The guys son never experienced the filbert street turnstiles sadly as too young. Enjoy  (Please remove if not allowed)

[Izzy]

I really like that 

 

I wish we'd have preserved that structure and built it into the KP somehow.

 

[Filbert_Ross]

Don't remember sample being across the turnstiles 

[OntarioFox]

2 minutes ago, Filbert_Ross said:

Don't remember sample being across the turnstiles 

Yeah, iirc it was just plastered over Mancini when he played for us

[Wymsey]

That looks great and as if 'you're there'.

 

You've also reminded me of Father's Day..Thanks! 

[jonthefox]

Didn't someone say that those turnstiles had been found and were going to be part of a new development?. 

[jonthefox]

Found it.

[Fox92]

3 minutes ago, jonthefox said:

Didn't someone say that those turnstiles had been found and were going to be part of a new development?. 

Found? I thought they were just making a replica.

 

Thought they got demolished (sadly).

[jonthefox]

Just now, Fox92 said:

Found? I thought they were just making a replica.

 

Thought they got demolished (sadly).

Yeah i'm sure the chap behind the development posts on here. I'm fairly sure he said it had been found in a yard somewhere. 

[davieG]

46 minutes ago, jonthefox said:

Yeah i'm sure the chap behind the development posts on here. I'm fairly sure he said it had been found in a yard somewhere. 

Pretty Sure it was a replica, I remember early on finding out they were destroyed.

[Voll Blau]

The one memory of Filbo with my dad that sticks out to me is one of complete embarrassment actually, must've been either in the season we left or possibly the season before that.

 

At that time he had a hi-viz coat for work and for reasons known only to himself he decided to actually wear it to a game (I don't think he'd even come off a shift or anything like that). Anyway, as you can image all afternoon he had people coming up to him, thinking he was a steward, asking about which turnstile to go to etc. I was just at the age where you start to think everything your parents do is mortifying, so as you can imagine it was well beyond the pale for me.

 

We have season tickets in different parts of the ground now.

[Guest Manini]

Most of my memories from filbert street are from the family night football mid-week reserve games. Used to love those. 
 

One that sticks out for me - I knew we were going and I was pestering my dad all game to get me one of those big bastard hot-dogs from the concourse in the Carling stand. So he gets me one, I must be about 6 years old, and there were this old couple sat behind me in the stand and I was there eating this hot-dog, and they were just completely and utterly fascinated at me eating this hot dog to the point where I could feel the woman’s eyes burning in to the back of my head, she wouldn’t leave me alone and she kept saying stuff like “oooo he’s enjoying that, look at him, bet that’s lovely, look frank, he’ll never eat all that I bet!”. Ruined the whole ****ing hot dog I just wanted to eat it in peace and wave and shout at Heskey but I had her in my ear. No idea why the **** that always sticks in my mind but it’s genuinely put me off eating in public for my whole life - it could have pushed a more fragile boy to an eating disorder ffs!  

[davieG]

30 minutes ago, Voll Blau said:

The one memory of Filbo with my dad that sticks out to me is one of complete embarrassment actually, must've been either in the season we left or possibly the season before that.

 

At that time he had a hi-viz coat for work and for reasons known only to himself he decided to actually wear it to a game (I don't think he'd even come off a shift or anything like that). Anyway, as you can image all afternoon he had people coming up to him, thinking he was a steward, asking about which turnstile to go to etc. I was just at the age where you start to think everything your parents do is mortifying, so as you can imagine it was well beyond the pale for me.

 

We have season tickets in different parts of the ground now.

Can you still spot him in his stand?

[Footballwipe]

Don't have many due to my age. I remember going to the Man Utd Family Night Football when Walkers launched Walkers Lites (barely, tis but a fragment.)

 

Ripping the skin on my leg celebrating the winner against Charlton in 2001. Waiting for a bus after the Wycombe game and looking through the broken glass of Liberty Shoe to see the state of disrepair it had become.

 

The open day when we went around the ground in the late 90's and this fat man kept photobombing our pictures we were taking.

 

The pre-season thriller against Fiorentina and the U-21 match when Trevor Benjamin played(?)

 

Leaving after the third went in against Southampton in 2001/02 and not realising we lost 4-0 until we got home.

 

Always a bit sad I don't have more. That was my dad's place in the 1970's with his mates, walking from Narborough for home games. After sacking off a large part of the 80's due to hoolies, he missed so much of the 90's because of having a mortgage and two kids (who takes their kids to Drayton Manor on Playoff final day!?) But I'm so glad he got to take us at least a few times.

[davieG]

15 minutes ago, Manini said:

Most of my memories from filbert street are from the family night football mid-week reserve games. Used to love those. 
 

One that sticks out for me - I knew we were going and I was pestering my dad all game to get me one of those big bastard hot-dogs from the concourse in the Carling stand. So he gets me one, I must be about 6 years old, and there were this old couple sat behind me in the stand and I was there eating this hot-dog, and they were just completely and utterly fascinated at me eating this hot dog to the point where I could feel the woman’s eyes burning in to the back of my head, she wouldn’t leave me alone and she kept saying stuff like “oooo he’s enjoying that, look at him, bet that’s lovely, look frank, he’ll never eat all that I bet!”. Ruined the whole ****ing hot dog I just wanted to eat it in peace and wave and shout at Heskey but I had her in my ear. No idea why the **** that always sticks in my mind but it’s genuinely put me off eating in public for my whole life - it could have pushed a more fragile boy to an eating disorder ffs!  

Eating hot-dogs from a football ground or nearby vendor would give me an eating disorder.

[Guest Manini]

2 minutes ago, davieG said:

Eating hot-dogs from a football ground or nearby vendor would give me an eating disorder.

Just the shits I think Davie  

[Voll Blau]

8 minutes ago, davieG said:

Can you still spot him in his stand?

 

Haha! He's not a million miles from me so I can actually see him and my uncle. Thankfully he's usually in something blue these days. 

[Foxin_Mad]

14 hours ago, davieG said:

Pretty Sure it was a replica, I remember early on finding out they were destroyed.

 

15 hours ago, jonthefox said:

Yeah i'm sure the chap behind the development posts on here. I'm fairly sure he said it had been found in a yard somewhere. 

If they ever did find that, they would have to put it into our new stand, not some crappy block of flats, that would be a huge disservice.

[Stoopid]

Remember being pretty gobsmacked by my dad's language when he first took me to Filbert St in the early 60s. 

He was from the generation that didn't really swear at home (and anyway my mam wouldn't have stood for it), but once on the terraces, with a few mates, he was effing and jeffing spectacularly.

As were most others to be fair - it was perhaps a less precious, certainly less gentrified time than now.

I knew that if I thought about following his example I'd soon regret it to the tune of a smack on the earole. 

An early lesson in hypocrisy maybe and a bit of an eye-opener for a 7 year old lad,  but I survived it none the worse...

 

[Spudulike]

Dad's and swearing always makes me laugh. I took my little lad along and sat him between my Dad and I. During the march my little 'un nudged me and whispered in my ear that Grandad had just called the referee a willy puller. I tried not to laugh and had to act that it was a bad thing to say. 

 

I still remind him of this. He' s a big lad now. 

[HighPeakFox]

I have perhaps a different Dad and lad story, because my Dad wasn't/isn't a Leicester fan - he supports Brighton, and until I was 13/14, so did I. Looking back, there's something of the Nick Hornby about the occasion we went to a game together, as my parents' marriage was falling apart, and I think this was a feeble attempt on Dad's part to do something with his youngest son - a son who I don't think he understood. I'm pretty sure we went to a game against West Ham, which (having looked it up to check) was the last game LCFC played in the 1980s.

 

I remember nothing about the game, other than the dramatic last-gasp winner from Mauchlen, and as I (and everyone else) in the Double Decker rose to our feet in acclaim, my dear Dad was just sat there, because he failed to see why anyone should stand up - thus I think he missed the goal. Unbeknownst to me, I was on the point of falling apart (I was 19 and utterly lost), and the next game I went to with Dad was Brighton vs Barnet in 2017!

[Bob Weasel Fox]

9 minutes ago, HighPeakFox said:

I have perhaps a different Dad and lad story, because my Dad wasn't/isn't a Leicester fan - he supports Brighton, and until I was 13/14, so did I. Looking back, there's something of the Nick Hornby about the occasion we went to a game together, as my parents' marriage was falling apart, and I think this was a feeble attempt on Dad's part to do something with his youngest son - a son who I don't think he understood. I'm pretty sure we went to a game against West Ham, which (having looked it up to check) was the last game LCFC played in the 1980s.

 

I remember nothing about the game, other than the dramatic last-gasp winner from Mauchlen, and as I (and everyone else) in the Double Decker rose to our feet in acclaim, my dear Dad was just sat there, because he failed to see why anyone should stand up - thus I think he missed the goal. Unbeknownst to me, I was on the point of falling apart (I was 19 and utterly lost), and the next game I went to with Dad was Brighton vs Barnet in 2017!

Are you about the same age as me then @HighPeakFox? 49 ish? 
 

My dad was born and raised in Birkenhead initially and then South Notts as a teen so he was (has vascular dementia and Alzheimer’s mix) a Liverpool fan when he could remember anything or anyone etc. 
 

luckily I had my uncles on my mums side of the family to take me to Leicester games as they were all staunch City fans 

[HighPeakFox]

3 minutes ago, Bob Weasel Fox said:

Are you about the same age as me then @HighPeakFox? 49 ish? 
 

My dad was born and raised in Birkenhead initially and then South Notts as a teen so he was (has vascular dementia and Alzheimer’s mix) a Liverpool fan when he could remember anything or anyone etc. 
 

luckily I had my uncles on my mums side of the family to take me to Leicester games as they were all staunch City fans 

Indeed, I'm 50 later this year.

[Corky]

My Dad swore at one of my early matches- he's not usually that loud or sweary so it stuck in my mind, though I can't remember exactly what he said. 

 

We used to sit in the Upper Double Decker before spending the final three years in the Family Stand. I probably preferred the Double Decker as the view was fantastic- sat low behind the goal wasn't brilliant viewing-wise but great for getting on TV when goals were scored, see myself at every home game now celebrating Collymore's volley against Sunderland.

 

There's something really good about going as a youngster- it helped that we were a good team under O'Neill- but you didn't have the cynical, weary edge that develops over the years, nor the other things in life now. You had heroes, you didn't have social media covering every move, you could just enjoy it. Then Wycombe happened and that changed something for me, but I still enjoyed going, even in the grim years. You can't beat being there.