Stories from the fans

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1920 Photograph of Swansea Town fans.

Memories of attending Swansea Town’s first ever match in 1912

The green, green grass of home: eighty years at the Vetch: Memories from from a lifetime of supporting the Swans

Farewell, my dear old friend: A poem about memories of the Vetch

1280 games: Memories from Eileen Morgan

Clouds of darkness, clouds of despair: The associations between supporting the Swans and the weather

Things I remember: Some memories from the 1960s onwards

Fan stories and excitement from 1964

My funniest moment: A story from Locomotive Leipzig

“I’ll have a pint of Dark”: Some great memories from an anonymous contributor to the survey

The Czech keeper at the Vetch: memories of a Wales international in 1971

‘I really wanted that scarf’: Memories of a first match. Swansea City v Manchester City, 1983

It’s in the DNA, or Swansea City nearly ruined my life: Memories of following the Swans from Huw Bowen

Football’s changed (but it still rains): Some reflections on the differences between the Vetch and the Liberty

 What it all really means…. For one fan in exile the Swans form an unbreakable bond with his home town and his family.

Preston 1981: When Charlo scored it was relief all round!: Memories of the match that won us promotion to division 1

Who said that accountancy was boring?: Memories of a fan who helped sort out the club’s financial problems in 1986

Every now and then, for no particular reason at all, I break into that ‘Super Johnny Cornforth’ chant: Some Australian memories from the 1990s

How many times must I go back to Hull?: Memories from a chairman

A lick of paint: Memories of painting the Vetch

The Face of Swansea: An amazing tale of shirts, twins and giant posters….and a little matter of promotion to the Premier League

Once a Jack, Always a Jack: A Scottish Jack on his passion for the club.

“How’d the Swans get on?”: One man’s lifetime of supporting the Swans, from the 1950s to the present day

Playing the Memory Game: Poems and memories dating back to the 1950s

Three generations share some memories: Filmed by ITV Wales

Boy of the year 1964: A competition in 1964 to find a loyal fan

There’s something different about our club: Memories from a fan from Bristol

The morning dawned like any other: Memories of attending the 2011 play off final

Show me the way to go gnome….. Dressing up for the 2011 play off final

A story in  a scrapbook: Paul Griffiths, a passionate disabled supporters’ tale through his cuttings

Derek the Fan: A musical supporter

Sadly missed: In memory of a fan who passed away

Shirley James: Memories from someone who grew up by The Vetch in the 1930s to 1950s

Memories of the Vetch Field by Rob Blades

4 responses to “Stories from the fans

  1. Steve (Gags)Garland

    Would this happen now?

    When I was 13, I enrolled on a coaching course which was run by Alan Williams, Vic Gomersall and Brian Evans.Every Wednesday Alan and Vic would pick me up in Alans Avenger and take me to Sketty Lane for an hours coaching. I particularly remember Vic being a lovely bloke,Alan a bit surly and Brian was very quiet.I know the current squad carry out some community duties but I cant see the modern professional footballer picking you up in their car.
    I didnt quite make it as a pro myself but I am sure Killay Rangers and Ynystawe reaped the benefits.If only…….

  2. Huw Cooze

    Preston 1981

    I’ve seen many, many games in my 40 odd years following the Swans, none more intense than Preston in 1981. We left the Millers Arms in Ynystawe early in a convoy of six cars, but by the time we reached the M4 just a mile away the convoy had split up.
    Despite passing hordes of the Jack Army making their way to Deepdale, we never saw any of our lot again until we hit a pub on the outskirts of Preston. It had not been planned and without the aid of mobile phones it was quite uncanny that all six cars stopped in the same pub. Great minds think alike.
    The game itself passed me by although I seem to remember a group of about 50 Blackburn Rovers supporters to our left who had come over to support their Lancashire neighbours hoping for a Preston victory in order for Blackburn to pip us at the post. Why they weren’t at Bristol Rovers supporting their own team was beyond me.
    They had something to cheer when Preston pulled one back and news filtered through that Blackburn were winning at Eastville but we were still 2-1 up at this stage as I took leave and went to the toilet.
    From my position behind the goal it took quite a while to push through the crowd. The toilets were located to the rear of the stand. There were many grown men there pacing nervously like expectant dads in a maternity ward. They were unable to watch the end of the game. Everyone knew that if Preston scored Blackburn would be promoted and not us.
    I got back to my place just in time to see Jeremy Charles score our third goal and seal our place in history. That was the signal for all those ‘expectant dads’ to rush back to the stands to join in the celebrations. Happy days…

    • Steve M

      Great memories Huw, well put – Interesting to hear about the Blackburn fans at Deepdale too…I remember the ball falling to Charlo and thinking this is going over the stand !…the rest is history

  3. huwswans100

    The lowest of the (many) lows

    Huw Cooze talks about happy days in the post above but because I am a miserable sod I want to reflect on unhappy days. Fans often talk about the highs and lows of following the Swans but I must admit that I have to stifle a yawn when I read about rollercoaster rides, ups and downs, blah, blah. What do these people expect: thrilling victories over the mighty Arsenal every week? Well yes, probably so in the case with the so-called ‘plastics’. It will be interesting to see how the many new fans and recently returned stay-aways react when at some point the team loses three home games on the bounce, or (please God no) gets relegetaed.

    Anyway, I was thinking about this today when someone told me that although he had been to many games home and away between 1977 and 1985 he hadn’t seen the Swans play since. The reason was that he couldn’t take the disappointment any more. So what makes some fans stop going to games while others keep going, despite humiliation and disappointment? Why did some keep on going back for more punishment after failure after failure during the dismal decades of the 80s and 90s? Masochism? Who knows? And probably best not to ask.

    There are many candidates for my own personal low point during my time following the Swans. Still etched in my soul is the night that we lost 1-0 at Boston to go to the bottom of the League for the first time in our history. Nick Cusack’s brother told me in the car park after the game that Nick had been sacked as manager, and then I was done for speeding on the way home (escaping the scene of a crime?).

    But in some ways far worse was the occasion in November 1985 when we lost 6-0 at Darlington. 5-0 down at half time Colin Pascoe then missed a first-minute penalty in the second half. To complete the humiliation a police horse stepped on my foot (what on earth was a police horse doing at game with a crowd of 2,600?). It was the first time I had heard Swans fans shouting that the players were not trying and were not fit to wear the shirt. So, for the record, the team that day was: Rimmer, Hough, Sullivan, Price, Harrison, Emmanuel, Williams (Phil), French, Gibbons, Waddle, Pascoe. Sub: K. Budd (who he? Anyone remember?). They were RUBBISH and not surprisingly the team was relagated back into the basement at the end of the season.

    As for me? First game of the next season (Stockport at home, won 3-0) = reasons to be cheerful and Darlo consigned to the dustbin of history until today.

    What are your personal lowest of the low points following the Swans?

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