#ThisIsOurLane11

Name
Adi
How long have I supported Notts County?
24 years
What Notts County means to me.

I should say that it’s been a long a gruelling, endlessly-morose time spent supporting this club but even after coming to terms of the eventuality that we’re shit and seemingly cursed, I can’t stop believing in it. Someone mentioned ages ago that it’s the hope that kills you and in turn with Notts, it will most likely skim a couple of years off my life, but at the end of the day everything’s out to kill us all.
Bobby Robson’s 2013:
“What is a club in any case? Not the buildings or the directors or the people who are paid to represent it. It’s not the television contracts, get-out clauses, marketing departments or executive boxes. It’s the noise, the passion, the feeling of belonging, the pride in your city. It’s a small boy clambering up stadium steps for the very first time, gripping his father’s hand, gawping at that hallowed stretch of turf beneath him and, without being able to do a thing about it, falling in love.”
I fully anticipate that these words are copied and pasted for all younger lads who are looking at what football means, but the truth is in these words, especially for me. Directors, Chairmen, managers (haha), television appearances and bad transfer clauses have all come and all have gone. However the first time I was bought into the ground, the bustle of black and white shirts, swearing, the smell of the burger vans, programmes (oh the programmes), the overarching and crescendo of passion emitted by these “other people” jumps into your heart and doesn’t ever leave. I’ve been to hundreds of matches and still every time I walk in, it’s a little feeling of anxiety but with an overwhelming feeling of safety, or in essence, arriving home.
The pride of the city is another aspect, more so for a city with two clubs with one outdoing the other. No Notts fan will say that we’re a better side than Forest and in all fairness, the success they’ve had outweighs us slightly, so growing up in the 90’s with the glamour of the Premier League, it was very hard to stay loyal to Notts especially when every lad is walking round your school in a Forest Labatts shirt. That said, they had worse shirts than us, nothing could match up to the tartan away kit or the Home Bitter classics strewn in black, white and a bit of yellow. Being proud is very easy this day and has been for years since becoming an adult and yes our title of oldest professional league club may fall, however, we’ll be the first Nottingham team and always will be. The sight of the Trent when walking to the match, walking past the reminders of the lace industry, the sound of Colin Slater (until last season) and the view of chimney from the Eastcroft Incinerator.
Finally, the icing on the cake. I was told last year, by my dad, who’s 72 that he was bought to his first Notts game by his dad, who in turn, before he passed told my dad was taken to his first Notts game by his dad. My grandad then proceeded to tell me of his discussions with his dad that his dad, my great-great grandad attended Notts games from when they were first founded. This 157 year history has been replicated from my own lineage of which I will never give up on, even if we end up playing on the muddy banks of the Trent itself.

Name
Matthew Taylor
How long have I supported Notts County?
18 years
What Notts County means to me.

It’s about belonging.

It’s about having something that joins the whole family together, across generations.

It’s about the indescribable feeling when a last minute winner goes in and hugging another man that you wouldn’t normally do in any other situation.

It’s about seeing the same people every game for years and having in depth football conversations despite not knowing their name.

It’s about the Kop finally having chips.

It’s about having a laugh, whatever happens.

It’s about us versus them.

It’s about this being my club, and nothing being able to ever change that.

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