It was 30 years ago today...a look back to my first ever Arsenal match

This weekend marks the 30th Anniversary of my first ever Arsenal match. Back in October 1981 I was a spotty 13 year old who had only ever been allowed to watch West Ham with my older sister Karen - who had rather misguidedly become a fan - or Dagenham, my local non-league club.

As none of my school friends followed Arsenal, I had spent the previous three months nagging Karen to take me to Highbury, and, on October 17th 1981, she finally agreed, for the match against Manchester City.

The programme from my first ever Arsenal home match

Back then of course many things were different. I was much shorter and had more hair for a start, while there was no such thing as the Premier League and very few foreign players. All games kicked off at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon and football was a sport as opposed to the business it is today. Arsenal also played in a different stadium of course...

Hooliganism was rife in 1981, hence why my parents were reluctant to let me travel across London on my own, but the World in general seemed a far safer place. Kids played football in the street instead of on computer games and the three TV channels all shut down at midnight.

In the world of music I was listening to The Jam, The Police and The Specials, while Adam and the Ants, Ultravox and Soft Cell were all selling lots of singles. Yes singles. Remember them?? But some things, it seems, have not changed very much at all.

Back in 1981 we had a (fairly) new Tory government, there had been riots on the streets of London during the summer and Arsenal were coming to terms with the loss of their two best players. Liam Brady had left for Italy in the summer of 1980, while a year later Frank Stapleton had moved to Manchester United for a bigger pay cheque. Not too dissimilar then to the loss of Cesc Fabregas and Samir Nasri 30 years later...

On the pitch things were also quiet similar. The club had not started the 1981-82 season too well and had only won only two of the opening nine league matches. In fact in the week prior to the Manchester City match we had lost three times away from home - at newly promoted Notts. County and Swansea City (whatever happened to them??) plus a League Cup tie at second division Sheffield United.

Of course under normal circumstances it would have meant the City match would have been nothing to get too excited about, but for me it meant the World! I don't think I have ever felt more excited as I got off the Underground at Arsenal Station and made the long walk up the windy tunnel.
I had been to Highbury before of course, to visit the club shop and for the odd reserve team match, but that was different. It had been empty then. Now it was alive...

My sister and I made our way to the North Bank and I remember the feeling of awe as I reached the top of the steps and caught sight of the pitch for the first time. Wow!! Going to West Ham and Dagenham had been great but it was nothing compared to this. After 3 years of watching football I had finally found my 'home' and it felt great!

We found a place to stand, about half way up to the right of the goal, and although the ground was half-empty - the crowd was somewhere in the region of 25,000 - I felt like I was in the centre of the universe!

The Arsenal team that day was a mixture of youth and experience. Pat Jennings was in goal and the back four was John Hollins, Kenny Sansom David O'Leary and young debutante Chris Whyte. In midfield was Brian Talbot, Paul Davis, Graham Rix and Peter Nicholas, while up front was Alan Sunderland and another debutante Raphael Meade.

I'm not sure who was in the City side, although I seem to recall Joe Corrigan was in goal and Peter Reeves may have been playing. City had of course reached the FA Cup final the previous season, another similarity to 30 years later...

The game itself was typical of many that season. Arsenal were uninspiring but scraped a 1-0 win, thanks to a goal from young Meade, so I, at least, went home happy. Now I have seen the club win league titles, cups and seen them score some truly memorable goals in the subsequent 30 years, but this one probably means more to me than any of the others. In the days before mass TV coverage and end of season DVD's I have never seen this goal again since, although I can still picture the ball hitting the back of the net at the North Bank end in the second half. I think I was still celebrating on the Tube all the way home!

Rapheal Meade who scored the winner. So long ago it's in black and white!

I managed to persuade my sister to take me to another three home games before Christmas -Winterslag in the UEFA Cup (2-1, Rix and Hollins (pen)), Everton in the league (1-0, Brian McDermott) and Liverpool in the League Cup (0-0), but it was not until early 1982 that I became a regular visitor to Highbury, after I convinced a Chelsea-supporting school mate to join me.

Thankfully the first game he attended, a midweek encounter with WBA, saw Arsenal score twice in the last five minutes to clinch a 2-2 draw (Sunderland and Meade again on target!) and he was hooked!

Of course my life has changed a lot over the last 30 years. I am no longer a spotty teenager, I have children of my own - some of who now come to the football with me - and I have lost both my parents and, sadly, my sister. But Arsenal still mean as much to me now as they did then, and I will be celebrating the 30th Anniversary at The Emirates on Sunday.

Of course Anniversaries are a time to remember and reflect, so I will be thinking of my sister Karen on Sunday, as without her I may have had to wait a little longer to finally get to Highbury. Perhaps I would never have got to go at all...I will also think of Mac and his mate Frank, the Watford fan, who I met on the train on the way to that first match. I know they were only chatting to me that day to get to know Karen but we become good mates in the end and went to many matches together over the years. I even went to Watford with them a few times in the days of Luther Blissett and Nigel Callaghan. And of course I can never forget my mate Steve, who I converted from Chelsea to Arsenal so I had someone to go the games with. Finally I would also like to give a massive thanks to Rapheal Meade who made my first game so memorable.

I have to say the last 30 years have simply flown by, and as I walk towards the ground on Sunday I will still fell that same prang of excitement I felt back in 1981. Nearly 700 games later that feeling has never gone. I just hope I am still around to celebrate the 60th Anniversary in 30 years time!! I will, after all, be just 73!

Back to the future...

Two important issues have popped up this week. The first is Portsmouth landlady Karen Murphy, who won a High Court battle against Sky to allow her to show Premier League matches in her pub on a foreign decoder. The second was the red card shown to Jack Rodwell in the Merseydside derby on Saturday, which has now been recinded.

Lets start with the Sky issue. I have to admit I have quiet often watched Premier League matches on foreign internet feeds at home. The picture is not always great, the commentary is often foreign but it is free and much prefereable to lining Rupert Murdoch's already overflowing pockets. Plus it means I can watch matches live at 3pm on a Saturday afternoon, something Sky will never let me do.

Karen Murphy, who took on Sky and won.

The full implications of this court ruling will not be known until 2013 when the current Sky deal expires, but it is hoped changes will be made. The big issue seems to be the price pubs and clubs are being charged to show Sky Sports in their premises. Hopefully this ruling will see that reduced, or at least allow other companies to tender for the contract. Quiet how it will affect the way we watch football at home is not so clear.
My hope is that Sky, or whoever gets the gig, will decide to show every Premier League live, all kicking off simultaniously at 3pm on a Saturday. The viewer would then be free to pick which game they want to watch at no extra cost. With a split screen you could, if so desired, watch two or three matches at the same time. Unfortunately I can never see it happening. But in the meantime I will continue to watch the internet feeds, safe in the knowledge that it is no longer illegal to do so.

Okay so onto the red card issue. It was clear to anyone watching the incident that it was never a red card, not in a million years. The FA, in a rare act of common sense, have since recinded it, meaning that Rodwell will not face a three match ban. But does that go far enough?

Jack Rodwell on the wrong end of the red card.

There is very little doubt that the sending off, coming as early as it did, changed the course of the match. Would Liverpool have won so comfortably if it had stayed at 11 v 11? Would they indeed have won at all?? Those three points could have a massive impact on the rest of the season, not only for both Merseyside clubs but the others in the Premier League as well. Let's assume Liverpool finish in the 4th Champions League spot, one or two points ahead of Spurs or Arsenal, the very points they won from this match. Imagine if they pipped Everton for 4th place by the same margin? Moreover every position in the final table is worth a huge sum of money, and for a club like Everton that extra prize money could be the difference between keeping their best young players and having to sell them.

Martin Atkinson, the man at the centre of the controversy.

Therefore if the FA now believe the red card was the wrong decision, the only option available to them is to call for the match to be replayed. The fact they have over-ruled the referee means that every other decision he made has to be brought into question. And of course the very result of the match must now be considered to be invalid.
Of course this would open up a whole can of worms, but if the FA have the option where red cards can be over-turned, then they must follow it through to its natural conclusion. Unless the card was issued when the result was already as good as decided - with at score at say 3-0 with five minutes to go - or so late in the game it could not possibly have had an impact - in the last minute for example - then the result should be declared null and void and the match replayed. Either that or let the referees original decision stand, however bad it may have been, as always used to be the case. Back in the 1970's there were not a million TV replays and different camera angles. If the referee sent someone off you just accepted it and moved on. Maybe it is time to go back to that?

So there you go. Saturday afternoon 3pm kick offs and no video evidence. Perhaps I am just showing my age. Of course I can see that times have changed and technology has moved on, but not all progress is good. Maybe the future can learn from the past...