I always went with my dad and we'd stand on the popular side right at the back, but because I was small I used to stand on the concrete blocks about 3 foot tall - either side of the steps to the bar. We always used to be on the one right under the time keeper so the hooter always used to make me jump. Best Game I think was vs Hunter in 97 simply for the atmosphere (even if Smith did rob us with their last try being a mile forward.)

I remember one game at the start of a season (dont know which one) when we played Cas and the announcer said ''let's see if they're tigers or just big pussy cats'' God knows why I remember that

Great times

I remember one game a few years before the place was closed down for good we were watching Wigan Saints and Shaun Edwards had just gone in under the sticks, this was a couple of mins after half time and I was with my Older Brother he'd just bought a couple of pints and before I could even get it near my lips he threw his arms up in the air as we scored and covered some poor old bloke in front with beer, the guy hadn't moved all the first half and we were debating if he was actually still with us, well yes he was after that....

One memorie that will always stick wit me is one of the home comings.
Don't know which one (there where so many).
all the players sat along the cross bar, with simply the best ringing around the ground.
the memories

I remember the homecomings mainly for Nicky Kiss grabbing the microphone off anybody who had it so he could show off his quality singing skills

I think it was the 97/98 season and we were playing Bradford on a rainy, dark night. Everyone was squashed into the cattle shed stand to avoid the rain and it was packed. The atmosphere was amazing and the game was so close.

Another memory is the last game versus saints. We tore all sorts of memorabilia down to take away with us. 4 of us were carrying a massive 'Cental Park' sign up towards O'Neills pub where I worked at the time. The police came past us and said "We're going to do a lap of the block and come back. If we see you still standing here with that sign we'll do you for vandalism'. We, of course, were legless so we just stood there grinning. The police came back and just shook their heads laughing. We sold the sign to a bloke who'd come up to the game from Wales and he took it back on the train. I think we charged him 4 quid as that would be 2 pints and there were only two of us left in the pub and we knew we were far to drunk to carry the bloody thing home.

I also remember my first game there. It was versus Workington and I was about 8 or 9. My brother took me. I remember a pie and coke was the order of the day and the feeling of knowing that this was what I was going to watch for the rest of my life.

Happy days.

I think my first ever game, was a friendly game against Featherstone Rovers.
Went with my dad, cousin and uncle. Don't remember an awful lot.
Sat in the Douglas Stand thats about all i can remember.

Just had a look at some of the new pics on the cherryandwhite website and they still make me feel quite bitter.
Everytime i walk up tesco car park it sends shivers down my spine.
I always feel really childish i wanna start running like i'm scoring a length of the field try. (i know sad isn't it)

I remember a game in the very early nineties against Saints when there were 30,000 on and i was with my Dad. I'd never seen it that full before and was awe struck. Me and my dad made it to the kop end were we always stood and it was jam packed with Saints fans. I ended up getting separated from my dad by about 10 rows of people and being only about 8 or 9 was cacking myself but it was probably the best time i ever had watching us. They were great blokes and made sure i was allright during the game(even though we beat them ) and that i got back to my dad.

Another game i always remember for some reason was losing to Wakefield on a wet wednesday night with a young Henry Paul ripping us apart from Full back for Wakefield. We signed him not long after.

The last game was so special aswell. The atmosphere was like nothig i'd heard before. I remember being wet through from everyone throwing there pints up everytime we scored a try. Also remember sitting around singing for about 2 hours after the game had finished. It was sad but a great way to finish things.

Happy happy days.

I remember one good friday derby game (1995 i think) when i sneaked out the house and on the train to the match with shingles! My sister helped me put dressings and pads all over the blisters on my shoulders and back and off i went with my mates. When it got really packed i started telling everyone around me how badly my shingles were itching! I had plenty of space all around me for the whole game

Another good memory was the last few years at CP when i was on crutches due to due ongoing knee ligament and cartilage damage. Each game I would be quite drunk and easily lose my balance so the steward at the back of the Popular Stand (Dave Whittle's dad i think) used to lift me on the wall outside the bar and keep me up there for the game. The only bad thing was when the hooter sounded it went right down my ear!

The gang we stood with were always throwing beer and singing, thanks to C+W i have been able to get back in touch with some of them too since moving South

I remember a game against leeds my dad took me and my mate, We was sat on wall and wigan scored so we was kicking off to them and fallon was right infront of us and my mate shouted fallon bulge ,and he turned round and said (we was bout 10-11 at the time) fu*k off you corny little t*at

First game I went to was Wigan Vs Wakefield in 94, still have the program. My biggest memory is watching the Australian Series, Canterbury, Canberra, and Brisbane in 97? Went to all three, got the programs and the flag. Amazing atmosphere. Even had a Brisbane fan ask would I hold his flag for him, cheeky git! Used to stand where the bins now are on Tesco .

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