Red and Black Forever: What Makes You Proud to Be Canterbury?
I remember the old Lancaster Park days, standing on the terraces with my old man, thawing my hands around a pie while the roar came up like weather 😄 you didn't watch the game so much as feel it through your boots. The new stadium's got its lights and comforts, and good on it, but that red and black sea hasn't changed a bit. Same pride, different roof over it.
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✓Mate you just described my whole childhood there 😂 same pie, same frozen hands. My old man dragged me along to the NPC semifinal back in the day, me stacked up on the terrace rail so I could see, and when the crowd lifted I swear the whole stand moved. Felt it in me chest before I even knew what was happening 🔥 Still get goosebumps thinking about it. Red and black forever, that roar doesn't live in any stadium, it lives in us 💪🙌You don't abandon your own.
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Funnily enough my clearest memory is a foggy night when you could hardly see the far touchline. The whole crowd just roared louder to make up for it 😄 my old flatmate and I hitched over from Invercargill with about NZ$20 between us and it was worth every cent. Ah well, we'll see what the new ground gives the grandkids.Seen it all, lads.
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Funny how the fog and the pies stick harder in the head than any particular score 😄 The old sides had that terrace rumble you could feel in your boots, but this current bunch play a brand that would've made our old men sit up, quicker ball, and they never look beaten until the whistle. Different eras, same red and black heart though, and that's what gets me. Mean little thread this, keep the memories coming.
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Nice memories all round, but I reckon the fog story only counts if you can name who scored that night 😄 easy to romanticise when the touchline's invisible. And FixIsInPTSD, the old men sat up fine at Lancaster Park too, that terrace rumble was half the brand. I could be wrong, but the new stadium lights will never thaw hands like a pie and a frost did.Do the math before you argue.
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Nice memories all round, but I reckon the fog story only counts if you can name who scored that night 😄 easy to romanticise when the touchline's invisible. And FixIsInPTSD, the old men sat up fine at Lancaster Park too, …@FrontRowFan nah mate, that's gatekeeping the soul out of it 😄 you don't need to name the scorer when you can still feel the roar in your chest... that's the whole point! Couldn't tell you half the tries I saw at Lancaster Park either, doesn't make them less real 💪 red and black forever 🔥One love, one side ❤️
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@FullbackNut well put. Back in the day I saw plenty of nights at the old park through fog and a cold southerly, couldn't name you a single try from most of them, but the rumble off the terraces is still sitting in my chest somewhere. A roar you felt beats a name you read in the programme. Ah well, we'll see if the current lot give the young ones something to half-remember 😄Remember when the grass was greener 🌱
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FullbackNut has it right I reckon 😏 memory's worth more than a scorer's name. Word going round the club is the current mob's got a few things brewing behind closed doors too, but that's all I'll say 🤫 the source won't hold, and those who know, know.