Grew up a few blocks from Pratten Park, Ashfield. We lived with my grandad and he used to take the 4 kids up the road to Pratten Park, mainly to get us out of mum's hair for the day. Can't remember the very early days. First memory is a Pratten Park game in 1973 v Souths. Denis Pittard killed us.
He never went to a game at Lidcombe, but the family carried on the tradition - early on, it was Saturday sport, then the football. When Sunday football took over it was 8am mass with father Mal Function at Ashbury, visit to grandad in the nursing home at Ashfield, visit the sister (RIP) at Rookwood and then the game, rain, hail or shine, no matter where it was. We always sat on the north western corner, past the light tower, near the Dorahy's and in front of the the priest from Ashfield, father Sullivan - dad used to curse under his breath when he was there because he wouldn't swear in front of a priest. lol
Followed them out to Orana Park and used to stand in front of the old 'scoreboard' at the southern end, chatting to my mate Mr Spillane, who used to change the scores early on. Often not much action on the wests side. :wink:. I struggled to get out there much from the mid '90's and saw more of there away games, to be honest - sfs, Leichhardt, Belmore and Kogarah.
Was living in Pyrmont when we merged, so was happy - Leichhardt was a lot closer than Lumeah. Took a while to settle in though. Almost choked trying to get that first, C'mon Tigers, out.
Cherise my combined history now though.