My dear Father, Don Herring, passed away on Saturday evening.
Aged 88, he had been going to Home Park since games recommenced after the war. He probably went to nearly every home game until a couple of years ago, when dementia spoiled his enjoyment considerably.
He started taking me in the early 60's, making me a stool to stand on in the Spion Kop corner. It was fitting then, that our last game together (2-2 v Oldham in September) we were sat in that same corner.
I fondly remember the few away games we went to together, including the Billy Bingham encounter at Plainmoor, the nightmare at Elm Park and a visit to the Old Den - which we lost fortunately!
He never had a PC or used his mobile, so was spared the 'delights' of Pasoti.
I hope you understand that I am really struggling to write this, so I'll just say Dad was a True Green. God bless you!!