Friday night. That is it. It is gone after that.

I'm actually quite numb at the thought. I mean, I know we need the move. But I don't want to. It may be a fricken hole, but it is our fricken hole.

I don't want to climb down the wall on Friday and know I won't do it again. I like that wall! I like peeing against a wall they can't even be bothered to paint any more. I like Knowsley Road, with all its flaws, like getting leaked on when it rains, and the fact that the roof is lined with asbestos.

God damnit.

SAVE OUR KNOWSLEY ROAD!

Hear hear my old foe

It's going to be so sad

Sad day indeed. It really wont sink in until we have all left and look back at it from outside while walking away. Then it will!

It certainly will when the bulldozers arrive in October.



If everyone wants to be the last one out they'll need security to shift us all and many many tannoy announcements.

Can we have an old school pitch invasion please?

I've heard a whisper of a boxing day game with the old enemy

I hope not.

It's the equivalent of a drunken fumble with a nightmare ex. You should never go back.

Let her say her goodbyes as she wishes us good luck at Old Trafford.

I'm filling up already

Meh.

I'd rather the last match be on friday against Hudds than against Wigan on a cold December afternoon infront of 4,000 uninterested people.

I'm going to be quite emotional for me. Knowsley Road has been one of the only constants in my life, it's been there, unmoving for as long as I have memories. I remember walking into Knowsley Road for my first ever rugby league game, being so, so excited that my Dad finally said I could go with him. I remember him carrying me out of the same game, so strong like he was made of iron. I can remember when I was a little bigger running around behind the away end at Knowsley Road with the friends I'd taken to the game, I remember kicking the cone style hats off the policemen's head in the corner when they had a seat there. I remember having my first kiss there, a girl from St Helens called Hayley. I remember going to the games against Warrington fearing that elusive defeat would finally happen and I would be slaughtered in school, I remember the delight in it never materialising. I remember being there for my Dad's first heart attack, being so scared. I remember him walking back to the town centre for my Mum to pick us up before he collapsed. I remember his first game back after that, being so relieved that he could still go. I remember cursing him as I dragged him drunk back to Morrisons for our lift home one time, I remember him carrying me back when I'd had too many during my teenage years. He's had three heart attacks since and yet he's made all but a handful of the games there. I remember all the chats we had there, about leaving primary school, GCSE's college, uni, work, girls, having my first son. I remember us going and seeing my Dad cry as he watched me carrying my son back to the car, sound asleep, after his first game.

The worst thing about Friday is that my Dad isn't going to be able to come. He's in hospital and his health is deteriorating fast, so the passing of one of the constants in my life is likely to closely coincide with that of another.

I hope we don't lose.

Jesus mate , i kinda hope we dont win on friday now reading that, i've no emotional ties whatsoever to KR but that sure pulled at my heart
All the best to you and your father

You won't lose. Don't worry. Last game at KR it's ''in the script'' for you to win. You won't lose.

Be good on Friday if we could get some "Retro" chants started from the Scaff.

Just been watching the 1978 Final I recorded a couple of weeks ago ... Saint Helens "clap, clap, clap"

How about "Ooh Ahh Georgie Mann, I said Ooh Ah Georgie Mann"

Ooh Ahh, Ooh Ahh Shane Coopah

Iro, Iro, .....Iro, Iro, Iro

Alan Hunt, Alan Hunt Flying down the wing ........

We are the Saints, We are the Saints, e i adio We are the Saints

The Famous Wigan Rugby went to Rome to see the Pope.....

Oh, Wanky Wanky......

We all hate Leeds (scum)

Who's the Barsteward in the Black? (orange) (green) etc ....

I'm sure you lot could come up with more......

had some great times at kr its going to be really sad to see it go.
the worse thing for me though is...i only live a stone's throw from the ground ..it was a case of just going out the door and being on the ground in 5 minutes or so.
so when our new ground is up and running guess ill have to make the effort to turn out even earlier. still looking forward to seeing the new stadium in all it's glory though.

With memories like that you'll never lose, you're a big time winner.
Good luck to your Dad, he sounds like a really nice Guy

Bloody hell, I'm filling up again now.

If there is I will be absolutely livid.

When I leave that ground on Friday, I want to know that that is it and the occasion can be marked appropriately.

I do not want to leave thinking that it might be the last game, and even more so, I'd hate the thought that there will be a Boxing Day game arranged, get all psyched up for one last hurrah, only to find it gets called off due to the weather with no chance of it being rearranged and all of a sudden my last game was three months prior.

If we do lose then there will be a part of me happy for you.

If we lose to Huddersfield, it will be like the Soul of Knowsley road returning to the birthplace of the game for its final resting place.

That would be the biggest joke of all time and everyone knows it! how many last games can there be? roll out more merchandise, will this be billed as the Last Derby at Knowsley Road or the last Boxing Day game?

brought a tear to my eye that

Brilliant post that mate.

Wish your dad could be there with you.

Luckily for me, me and my dad will be going up together, 24 years after he first took me up there. I'd say without the Saints, our relationship probably wouldn't be what it is. Not in a bad way just that we spend an hour or two a week just discussing Saints never mind actually being at the game.

I agree with that completely. Unfortunately, my dad died a few years ago now, shortly after Saints beat Brisbane in the WCC. When he died, a bit of Saints died for me too, and although I still am passionate about them, the games aren't the same without him being there. But I remember him talking about the early plans for the new ground, and how excited he was about Saints getting a new stadium, even though he only had a few days left, and he would never get to see it built. I guess Saints just gets ingrained into you after a lifetime of supporting them. I know he'll be watching Kieron lead us out on Friday though, and I'll raise an eye to the heavens for him.

Be sad to walk away, stop, turn around and take one last look at the auld girl in match mode. Probably raise a smile as the bird has given me so so so so many happy memories over my time as a supporter. Also given me some sad moments with on the pitch displays of shytness beyond belief.

My days of " the scaff " were a TRY against the pies resulted in me ending up 30 feet away from my original spec and looking where me pal was then re-uniting with him so we could blast the air horn and scoff at Big Fat Kelvin Skerret. To my now regular spot behind the sticks at the Dunriding Lane ( Broken Scoreboard ) end, where a drenching is now just an accepted part of my supporting life, and the crossbar gets in my way, and nobody likes a sing song, but I dont care, its my spot and I will miss it and all the folks I have got to know who stand around me week in week out.

She has to be put to sleep, and I would happily take her to the vets myself if she was an animal, that "one" last look on Friday night will be one of " thanks auld girl , and goodnight "...


Then I am stripping off and doing a full pitch streak, with a try under the sticks... BOOM !

Will we see a pitch invasion for the first time in many a year.....remember regularly running on t' pitch back when I was younger an for askin for players tie-ups.

Friday night will be an emotional one, never thought I'd see the day.