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.