Was that at the ground end or the Causeway end? It's weird the things you remember, because I never remember going there. I do remember there was a newsagent/off-licence just near the ground and when we were about 13-14 if I went with my mates we would ask older fans to get us some cigs or cans, but we usually gave up after about half an hour of being told to get lost.

It was usually The Hut on Wash Lane, now Cantilever Chippie, after the game for us.

From about the age of 3 we lived on Burgess Avenue so could hear the cheering from our back garden on match days. I remember my dad taking me to A team games when I was little but only started going properly when me & a couple of mates would sneak in for free for the last 10 mins or so of games when they opened the gates.

Got me hooked and I was a season ticket holder for many years, did home & away and A team games too for a good few seasons.......my proudest moment was having my car number plate read out over the tannoy at half time in an A team game coz I was parked illegally!.....well, that and being in the same class at Boteler as a certain Paul Cullen.

Not lived in Warrington for over 25 years but still try to make every home game and am super excited to see GI in a Wire shirt.

Junior school gave away tickets in the late 70's. Straight away, I was hooked.
Then, in the early 80's, the family moved to the Wilderspool area, and our front door was a five minute walk to Fletcher St.
A year after that, John Bevan and Ken Kelly visited our school, and gave out leaflets for season tickets. Umpteen season tickets later (though none in the last decade), I'm still here..

I reckon I'm fairly balanced as a fan. I'll "blow smoke.....", when we're doing well, but I'll also criticise when needs be. No point being a doom merchant OR a happy clapper. You HAVE to take the rough with the smooth in this life.

Like a few others on here I was taken by my dad to watch the games at Wilderspool, normally after a bad week because I had been playing in the brook again and fallen in, or I had lost my clogs. I always considered it a punishment to get me out of the house so mother could get a bit of R & R. We would catch a bus to town then walk down Bridge St and across Bridge Foot. Dad always treated us to a seat in the old wooden stand so it wasn't until several years later that I became acquainted with the urine pools in the Fletcher end. I was very young and I can remember my first highlights of a rugby match to be the entrance of the gladiators coming out of the tannoy, watching the trains shunting up and down the line, and then St John's ambulance with their sheet at half time collecting and dodging the pennies and three pence bits being thrown by the half time crowd. After several 'punishment' trips I began to recognise individual Warrington players. Jack Fraser was the first from the tannoy, and I felt really sorry for Brian Bevan. I remember thinking he must be really poor because he looked like an old man and had more bandages wrapped around him than an Egyptian mummy, yet he still had to turn out to earn a few bob at the weekend. At some point, after I had learned to recognise all the players, I was hooked on rugby league..... unfortunately we moved to Southern Ireland just before I turned 11 and that put a stop to my rugby for a couple of years.

It was the ground end of Priory Street, and Marshall's was the name of the shop (who did a great trade on match day). There was nothing like a bag of hot chips to warm your hands on after a midweek game.

Done the falling in the brook on a few occasions, but had to laugh about your clogs reference. Did they float off down stream, or were they misplaced in a separate incident?

The clogs were a bit of an exaggeration. It was my gym pumps, lost somewhere in the changing rooms at Oakwood Ave after we had been in the assembly hall, listening to some weird music and "pretending to be a tree in a gentle breeze".

Dad took me along at an early age ... Fraser, Bevan, Challinor, Brindle. Gilfeddar to name but a few.
Went to Bevs final match vs. Leigh and was in the corner with my sister when he scored early on (we are both on the photo. which is often shown of that try). I do remember being allowed to run on the pitch (such was the excitement). We also stayed behind after the game when Bev came out to thank the crowd and we sang Waltzing Matilda.
We lived past Appleton Thorn and there wasn't much there then. I too remember the "Football Pink". If the result came through that we had won away there was not much doubt that the car would be revved up and we would be off to Stockton Heath (just over the swing bridge) and I would be sent in to get it and read it on the way home. A few days later I would cut out the report and stick it in the Wire scrap book.

There were/are a few Wire fans now from Wales, after the N Wales team at Wrexham went tits up. They started coming to watch Wire instead. Arsenal Al is pally with them.

Dad played 24 games for the Wire back in the day and was born in Marsh Street...never really had the chance to be an avid fan growing up as we had moved to London by then: played kick and clap at school and university but always used to watch the RL on the BBC on Saturday afternoons and admired the skill compared to what I was playing. By the time I was more mobile after university I had moved out of the country so couldn't get to matches. Of the choice between Warrington, Halifax and Salford (my dad's teams), Wire was the only one, being dad's hometown club. Discovering family in Warrington a couple of years ago just cemented the conviction.

Born in Warrington, grandads, dad and uncles all big Wire supporters so it was inevitable. First went to a game in the early 80's after moving back to Warrington from Chester. Think my first game was a tour match v the Kiwis. Held a season ticket for a few years from about 84 to 91. Then moved away to University and work in the South. Get back to games whenever I can..although the proliferation of mid-week games makes this harder. My own family (wife and two kids) are all Warrington supporters now as well. Poor buggers. Hoping to see us win the big one at some point in my lifetime!! Not much to ask is it?

I was not born in Warrington, my grandad Arthur Holt was born and bred in Warrington lived in meadow lane near just by longbarn lake, (the family would go to up to see my Nan and grandad, spent many a times walking around the lake, as a young lad it seemed massive, a few years ago I went back round there to see if it was still there, I was amazed how small it was and there was no fishermen on it, it was always packed years ago.) many memories of a lad in early teens was when rugby league was played in winter and remember my mum loved to watch her home town Warrington on the tv and by the end of the match you could hardly tell who was who due to the mud. The only player I remember was Kirk Sorrenson from Widnes. Anyway back to real time bout ten years ago living in Hatfield in a flat got in to rugby league watching on the tv. It was only natural to support the Wire. My first match I went to I took my mum to the challenge cup final against Huddersfield. The year after I went to a few games and met Yed, two years ago had a season ticket in the south stand. Hope to get a new one this year. It’s strange how you don’t realise what you missing to it’s gone same with most things in life, but have missed watching the wire massively over the last year. Can’t wait to be back in the South-stand.

Being from Derbyshire it was football or nothing, neither code of Rugby ever got a mention. I watched a lot of football but was getting disillusioned with the amount of cheating the players were doing on the pitch, diving especially. My job saw me arrive in Manchester and I had watched a few Challenge Cup matches on the BBC and thought I’d like to watch a live match to see what one is like. I went to Wilderspool for the first match of the season, and after going through the turnstiles had a strange feeling of being “at home”. I was hooked and didn’t miss a home game for the rest of the season and went to many of the away matches too. That first season – it was 2002, the season that still brings many Wire fans out in a cold sweat !

I didn’t know I had any links with Warrington until I started tracing the family tree a few years ago and find that only 4 generations above me was the Owen family from Croft and Winwick. I haven’t found any links yet, but I do wonder if members of my family used to stand on the terraces at Wilderspool, many years before I did.

Didn't really grow up watching the rugby as my Dad moved over to the UK from a place where they hardly play sport, but would watch on TV out of interest as I lived south of the town. My Grandad on my mum's side went to the famous Cup Final Replay, so when I was invited as a 16 year-old to watch us nearly win the league in '94 I became hooked. Hardly missed a home game for years then moved out of the UK for 9 years and had to watch from thousands of miles away. Been all over the world though so have been spreading the word about the Wire and RL in general! Moved back to UK few years ago, but I tend to work weekends which makes it difficult to attend matches, even though I only live about 25 miles away.

Was it at Sankey Primary by any chance? This was also my first game, and I did the course with Kev Tamati. Not 100% but think it was against one of the Hull teams. Never really got into it after that as I was rubbish at rugby, and had no family supporting the Wire so it was a long time between games but ended up at the HJ circa 2007/8 with a free ticket off a mate and it kinda snowballed from there.

Quite a lot of Stains in my extended family so I could've turned to the dark side had I been given a shove earlier, but luckily I saw the light and I've been a season ticket holder for over 10 years now, wouldn't have it any other way. 2019 at Wembley was a special day

Tamati was the development officer for a bit wasn't he, so I imagine he went to a lot of primary schools.

He did a couple of training sessions at ours too (St Wilfrids Grappenhall) and he even set up a display of shirts he'd acquired and had a competition to win posters and other memorabilia if you could remember all the shirts and name them back to him - I stumbled on the last one, Cronulla (strange the things you remember) so didn't win anything.

That was my brief interest in rugby league for a while, to be honest we were all back on the field pretending to be Ian Rush or Bryan Robson the next day.

Got into RL massively a couple of years later though!

Always been a Wire my dad was in the police in Warrington when he did overtime on matchday he would sit me on his shoulders to watch the game while he did his shift imagine that now. Was a season ticket holder for 35 years before moving to Kent used to get back up to watch couple of games a year until me mam died couple of years ago now watch pandemic allowing all games in Market Inn which actually had a growing Wire support especially after signing Butler.

A bit of a diversion from the topic, but Kev Tamati inspired my mum and I to back Maori Venture in the National. Top bloke, and was always worth a trip into the butchers for a bit of banter with your meat products.

Grandad took me with my uncle we sat under snookers where he would explain the game a bit one thing he told me was a 6/7 should hardly ever be tackled I picked it up n was hooked from their, with the highlight being the end of the match running in the pitch getting autographs. I then was a ball boy for a good few seasons then went with my dad who films the games was interesting being stood or sat by the coaches at the time seeing seeing if the message is translated into the pitch n pays off. I then worked in the bars until we moved from wilderspool at the away end which was fun

Dont really go to the games as much now just not the same as wilderspool in terms of atmosphere I find the hj quite flat even when were winning, however we had to move and the hj is a much better stadium facilities wise and has helped us get to where we are today financially stable in comparison to other clubs.

Just realized didn't put time line I am 64 this year so would have been 60 years ago when first taken to games through school days went at halftime when got in free after side gate was opened watched 75% home games and 50% away games until moving to Kent

On the Kevin tamiti theme. I bought a raffle ticket off Paul Cullen in his playing days in golden square. A couple of days later Kevin tamiti rang me to tell me I'd won a 3 litre bottle of vladivar vodka. I picked it up from wilderspool and put it on the back seat of my car and set off to Ainsdale as it was a hot day. Got back to my car after an afternoon in the dunes and was greeted by a burning smell. The sun had been magnified through the bottle onto my back seat and left a 3 inch scorched line.
I got a tenner from the landlord of the greenwood for the vodka.

I presume you weren't confronted by what Private Eye referred to as the "Chief Constable's lycra clad lovelies" on the trip? A group of male officers deployed in the dunes to arrest "unclad" males. Knowing some of the officers involved the thought of them in lycra was enough to turn the strongest stomach. You could always tell when they had been on patrol, the custody area resembled a small sand dune. Apologies for the diversion from topic.

I was born and bred in Warrington, though growing up I didn't know much about RL, my sport was football. Plus in high school and college I was actually a RU fan, though as part of a project in High School we actually went to Wilderspool to interview some of the players. It was at the time when they had the joint set up of Alex Murphy and John Dorahy. Murphy was really welcoming, and we spoke to players such as Scully and Iestyn Harris. Dorahy was a bit more withdrawn, wouldn't say too much.

However, back in 2002 one of my best mates (who is the sister of a famous Wire fan) asked me if I wanted to go to a game at Wilderspool. I didn't have anything on that weekend so I said yeah, why not. We did the walk down to the Fletcher end and my first thoughts were "wow, what an absolute s***hole this place is". Got in, stood in the Fletcher End with all the hardcore fans and absolutely loved it. We lost the game, think it was 46-34 against Saints, but after that, I wanted to go week in, week out.

It was quite an eventful season anyway as we almost got relegated but I went to all the remaining home games, any time they were on TV i would watch and also went to Halifax when Briers ran the show and we won 19-16 and Widnes when we lost 19-18. Obviously the greatest relief was when I went to Wilderspool and we beat Castleford 29-14 and stayed up. Didn't put me off though as the following season i got a season ticket and that began my 14 year stint as a ST holder until having to give it up at the beginning of the 2017 as we were moving up to Scotland. I've not been to a game for nearly 4 years and I miss it dearly so hopefully this season I might actually be able to get down to one.

Thanks to the Wire I've met some really good people, and a few s as well, and a few mates back then are still good mates of mine to this day. Had some great days and nights out (Perpignan 2006 certainly springs to mind!!!) My only regret is not becoming a fan sooner.

That's put me right off my sausage butty! What was your reason for being in them there dunes, Captain, doing a bit of plundering, perhaps?

X marks the spot me hearty!