I've many fond memories of Knowsley Road. First time I actually went was the Lancashire Cup final against Warrington in 1987, the weekend after we beat Manly at Central Park.

First game against Saints, though, was a couple of years later - again, the Lancashire Cup Final when Wigan won 5-4. A very dour game if I remember rightly.

I was a kid then, and I always remember that my dad wouldn't take me into the away end, citing poor views, so we instead stood under the old scoreboard at the opposite end.

Even more so, I always remember my dad pretty much refusing to take me to Saints or Warrington games, citing big, aggressive crowds, but in reality, he was probably on a p155 up with his mates.

22/03/85

St Helens 47 - 18 Hull

My abiding memory was a certain Mal Meninga sending up a massive bomb and chasing it. The Hull winger waited for it to come down and, a microsecond after he caught it, Meninga hit him like a freight train at full pelt. The Hull player lay twitching on the floor for some time afterwards. I was hooked.

Remember my first game against wi*an later that season, a midweek game in the Premiership. When we started to run away with the game in the second half, the wi*an fans tried a pitch invasion to get the game stopped. I think that was my first view of police violence up close (for once, I was cheering on the plods)

I remember that Hull game as it was one of my early Saints games.

Watched the highlights the same night as people may recall there was a programme called 'RL Action' that used to be on Granada about 11.00pm on a Friday showing a game from that evening.

I'm only young, and the first match I remember going to was the Grand Final in 2002 when we beat Bradford at Old Trafford. I remember that my mate was sat like 2 row in front of me and my dad had get off to work so I went back with my friend.

My dad wasn't sure what my first game was though. He said I went to the Grand Final that year and that he said Adrian Lam apparently ripped us apart.

I remember my first game at Knowsley Road, but it wasn't with Wire, you lost 4-5 in the Lancashire cup Botica two penalties. Was in the Pie end with my aunty and uncle both pie fans.

What a game that was. One of my all time favourites.

We had a try disallowed for a forward pass if I recall too. We should have won that game, but we had Bernard Dwyer kicking for us! I think he missed at least one. I think that was the biggest crowd on Knowsley Road I have experienced.

My first game was against Australia in the Knowlsey Road Centenary game in 1990. Don't remember anything of the game - i do remember the past players parade before the game (which was the reason for going - my Dad, who followed saints when he was a lad, wanted to see Vol again). I remember that some of the former Saints players got booed (in jest) as they went on to play for Wigan.

My first game was saints v cas at knowsley road 96 if i remember right brendan tuta got sinbinned. My only other match that year was that cross code match wigan v bath for some reason

I went that game, I think Dwyer was kicking for saints that day and got all saints points.

I wonder what Dean Bell remembers of it.

Oh yes! Jarrod McKrackens tackle

Picking up another winners medal no doubt.

No. I think that memory will be a little hazy, he was probably still seeing stars for days later.

Picking up 4 medals, well that's what he thought on the day.

The first time I went to Knowsley Road I was about 4 or 5 with my dad. It was a freindly between Saints and Widnes and I have no idea why we went.

Because deep down your dad wanted you to support Saints. Unfortunately you let him down very badly.

We both had Wigan season tickets.

To support Widnes then I guess

Boxing Day 1988 at KR for me - complete and utter brass monkeys... Saints spent pretty much the whole first 60 inside the Wigan 40 but couldn't find a way through, then Hanley made a couple of late breaks and they won 16-9ish (or similar). (First of many, many, many) soul crushing defeat(s) against the Pies and I couldn't feel my feet for a month afterwards, and I wanted to deck the gloating pie woman I was stood next to all game after the hooter, but I was hooked good and proper nevertheless.

The 1978 Challenge Cup Final is my first memory of attending a game. I was stood at the back of the bottom terrace and the Leeds family stood at the bottom of the upper tier were kind enough to let me sit on the ledge to watch. I can remember the '76 final happening and us winning just.

The first match I fully remember going to at Knowsley Road was when Featherstone knocked us out of the cup at the quarter final stage, something like 15-10 with, I think, Terry Hudson picking up the MoM. I remember my dad being very disappointed which was proven by Rovers going on to win the cup if I'm not mistaken.

First game at Saints was, I think, against Wigoon one time when George Fairburn was playing at full back for them. Could be '80 or '81 but it was 1984-85 when Meninga came over. My dad started to take me a few times then including the very memorable Premiership Final at Old Trafford. I went a few games the season after before attending home games more or less every week until I moved over to Sheffield for a couple of years in the early '90s.

Needless to say they were all exciting times although few can compare with The Ultimate Comeback. The levels of exhilaration I experienced during that game were unlike any other. After losing to Leeds, Halifax and the Pies (twice) I don't think I could have faced a fifth defeat in the cup final. When we went 26-12 down there was a palpable feel that the team had thrown it away again until Bobbie raised his game. I can still remember that feeling of coming back to win and the hairs on my arm are rising up as I type this. It was incredible. Beating Wigoon in Cardiff was pretty special, however to witness that first cup final victory at an age when I could appreciate it fully was something else. Had I not had the downs the dream of winning would never has been so profound an experience. It's why now, when I see a team lift the cup which hasn't in a good decade or so e.g. Hull, Wire, it still puts a smile on my face to see their fans celebrating because I know how magic it really feels. It's worth the wait. I don't think any cup final win can beat that first one.

I was just typing that and wondering if the first Grand Final was the most special and it wasn't. Now I did enjoy it and I loved beating Wigoon, however the euphoria of beating Bradford (19-1icon_cool.gif and Hull (2006) were both pretty amazing and for different reasons. The Bradford game was incredible for its drama and the Hull one was because it capped a jaw-droppingly brilliant season long performance. Had we beaten Leeds this year or whenever we do I know that feeling is going to be pretty damned special. Now with so much resting on the Grand Final I could see that one year there'll come a time when I'll re-experience those thrills of The Ultimate Comeback just because that's how things work.

because its rugby league and its awesome

October 94 V the aussies with my dad, never watched a rugby match untill that day and because the GB lads didn't play i needed to go back the following week to see them. First derby was boxing day that year, somehow we found ourselves in the middle of the wigan speccies and and one of them was nice enough to give my dad a kiss on his forehead when they took the lead. never forget that, never stood in the away end after that!

That game had everything.

first game at KR,was a top 16 or top 8 play off(cant remember the format back then, maybe rouges can help us there)but saints had finished top and were playing the 8 or 16 based team which was keithley.I remember they had a trophy on show think it was for comming top,would have been around 69/70 was Tommy Bishops last season at Saints before he went to oz,team included,Cliff Watson,Kel Coslett,John Walsh,Frankie Barrow,sometimes wonder how these players would get on today given a level playing field of course.can remember going to wembley in 72 were we beat leeds 16-13,(jeez they have made us pay for that win

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My first time with the saints was from the hospital bed at St Helen's Providence Hospital having just undergone surgery on an ear drum and was just a toddler.
I saw the 1961 CC final on the TV, a day or two later the players visited the kids ward, Karalius and Murphy came over with the cup, 2 things I always remembered Karalius and his massive big hands and the players stinking of beer.
That year was the birth of the Red Vee and the year I became a supporter of the Saints. About 10 years later the older KC married into the family and got to know Warlow and Mantle pretty well through KC