I can't believe there have been 66 "new" Hammers kits since I got my first one. In many ways they have become like ex-girlfriends; some you'll wonder why it ended while others would quickly grate and become stale on you. You'll never replicate that excitement and thrill when you touched your first.
Thankfully by the start of the 1976-77 season "that" shirt had been slightly adjusted. Not by much but enough to take the sting out of your eyes. This SHOOT/GOAL pull out was kept under a rug to protect it from another dustbin day disaster hence the poor quality; which in hindsight was quite a reflection on the season.
The incredible kit worn for the European Cup Winners Cup final against Anderlecht in Brussells. I was shocked as an 11 year seeing it for the first time and even now as a 50 year I hold my breath. I suppose money talks...and I wouldn't be surprised if that collar did, too. This superb photo was found on the wonderful site: http://icwhsshirts.webs.com
Another one of my SHOOT magazine pull outs that I still have stashed away. This one was from the ill fated season. I love the car park advice expressing that there are plenty of "free" spaces in the nearby streets.
28th December 1987, White Hart Lane. The Park Lane end was so full for this Christmas encounter that the police moved us so close to the notorious Shelf we were practically exchanging gifts. When Paul Hilton equalised with this goal I seemed to be jumping higher than anyone behind the goal...until I realised I was bouncing on my dad who'd fallen on the terrace. He got up in Del boy style with his cigarette still in his mouth.
Tony Cottee celebrates clinching a win at a very different looking Vicarage Road on April Getting to the away end always involved a unique walk round a massive bank of allotments.
This was my favourite season spent at the Boleyn with my dad. Every home game apart from the Chelsea one where we were among an estimated 10, 000 "locked out". It was said the if the Hammers were in the First Division the title would of been theirs such was the quality within Upton Park.
After a flat beer performance against Brighton on our First Division return it was a vintage showing at Spurs (2-9-81). Tucked in the Paxton stand dad said in the unlikely event we score keep quiet! At four nil I was like a demented performing chimp with red raw palms from clapping.