People/things I thank for supporting Hibs

greencol

Skivin cooncil Radge
My father lived on a Croft about 10 miles from PD. The army used to do manouevres on the moss near the croft, (just after WW2) and this squaddie arrived on the Croft looking to barter or buy some eggs.
He got friendly with my grandparents/ parents and was a regular visitor at weekends.
Later in the 50's my folks visited this man and his family in Lochend.
His name was Davie Wightman. He took my father along to ER to see his first ever game of football. It happened to be the Famous five era.
I came along not long after, and though I was football daft..... my father used to take me to pittodrie for European matches which I enjoyed.......but it never really got my juices flowing.
Took me to see Aberdeen v Hibs one Wednesday evening and I was hooked.
We later started jaunting to Edinburgh to see the Hibs and about the 3rd _ 4th time he said we would go and visit these people in Lochend( if they were still living there?).
He remembered the house. Knocked on the door and this woman answered it.
She recognised my father instantly.
Sadly , her husband had died earlier that year, so I didnt get to meet the man partly responsible for me being a Hibby, but his widowJean, was a guest at my wedding in 1979.
Long story, but that is why I'm a Hibby.
In a hun infested Toon.
 

PILTONSTANY

Shameless Radge
I support Hibs because of my auld boy,no religious or particular Leith connections.

Home games would be standing outside Tommy Youngers or Shades wi juice and crisps and mucking about wi a couple of pals and as i got a bit older Robbies was and still is my Hibs pub.

Used to travel on the Goram branch bus wi my Dad and his pals run from the Marina Hotel and would pick up at the Swiss Cottage at Gylemuir,it would be fair to say growing up I saw more of Scotland from a Hibs bus window than I ever did holiday wise.

Couple of pics,1 is Hands Off Hibs day outside Shades wi my Dad,Big G,Shaun,Danny and others.
The other league cup final day at Parkheid against the Huns7AE9B3E7-DC80-4BEB-BF11-747B294E7EF0.jpeg
 

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Ifield Hibee

Well-Known Radge
My father lived on a Croft about 10 miles from PD. The army used to do manouevres on the moss near the croft, (just after WW2) and this squaddie arrived on the Croft looking to barter or buy some eggs.
He got friendly with my grandparents/ parents and was a regular visitor at weekends.
Later in the 50's my folks visited this man and his family in Lochend.
His name was Davie Wightman. He took my father along to ER to see his first ever game of football. It happened to be the Famous five era.
I came along not long after, and though I was football daft..... my father used to take me to pittodrie for European matches which I enjoyed.....but it never really got my juices flowing.
Took me to see Aberdeen v Hibs one Wednesday evening and I was hooked.
We later started jaunting to Edinburgh to see the Hibs and about the 3rd _ 4th time he said we would go and visit these people in Lochend( if they were still living there?).
He remembered the house. Knocked on the door and this woman answered it.
She recognised my father instantly.
Sadly , her husband had died earlier that year, so I didnt get to meet the man partly responsible for me being a Hibby, but his widowJean, was a guest at my wedding in 1979.
Long story, but that is why I'm a Hibby.
In a hun infested Toon.
Fantastic story.
 

sockyboy

Well-Known Radge
I wasn't always a Hibby. My football rebirth happened when my daughter was very ill in the sick kids. Hibs were unbelievably kind to her and the whole family in general. Match day tickets, stadium tours, strips, match day mascot, pretty much anything we wanted.
Since then I've felt I owed the club, big time and I still do.
 

Gareth

Well-Known Radge
I support Hibs because of my auld boy,no religious or particular Leith connections.

Home games would be standing outside Tommy Youngers or Shades wi juice and crisps and mucking about wi a couple of pals and as i got a bit older Robbies was and still is my Hibs pub.

Used to travel on the Goram branch bus wi my Dad and his pals run from the Marina Hotel and would pick up at the Swiss Cottage at Gylemuir,it would be fair to say growing up I saw more of Scotland from a Hibs bus window than I ever did holiday wise.

Couple of pics,1 is Hands Off Hibs day outside Shades wi my Dad,Big G,Shaun,Danny and others.
The other league cup final day at Parkheid against the HunsView attachment 4056
Thats a tremendous photo. I was interviewed by Kirsty Wark on BBC 2 Def 11 during the hands of hibs campaign. Wish I had a copy
 

Gareth

Well-Known Radge
I've kent John and your ma Lammy (spl) for 50 years. Two things have meant something in our relationship over the years, that John,like me, is a radical Socialist, as is your mother and that he is an old school Hibernian. All these years I have never asked his religion nor him mine. That's the fucking difference.

BIG G
Aye, Lami and John were both pretty much born again evangelical athiests so not surprising that religion didn't crop up. I've enjoyed reading this thread G, cheers
 

1875

Admin
Wonderful thread G.

I have a number of people to thank for being a Hibs fan. My Mum and Dad are both Leith born as were my four grandparents and generations before that. My Dad's dad, Stewart was born and brought up in Balfour Street, but was a season card holder at Tynecastle, the classic Leith Jambo, I even mind what the wee card thing looked like. However, his other team was, wait for it, Hibs! I come from what I like to think is a typical Edinburgh family, a mix of Catholic and Protestant, Hibs and Hearts, no old firm fans and even the non fitba fans 'preferred' one team or the other. My auld man was a Jambo as a kid but never took us to the football, my Mum is a Hibs fan, she gets up to high doe listening to the Hibs on the radio every weekend to this day!

Even though I lived out in Livingston by then, both my Granda and I were fitba daft and he would take me to Tynecastle one week, Easter Road the next. Hibernian in glorious emerald green, Hearts in skid mark maroon. I mind the climb up the auld high terrace steps, the view of Arthurs seat and the Forth the wafts of tobacco smoke and pies. All I mind of tynecastle is it being dark and smelling slightly of pish.

In the early 70's, Hibs were a joy to watch, Turnbull's Tornadoes, Hearts were pretty poor. I chose Hibs as my team and I would be sent on the 201 bus from Craigshill to St Andrew's Square, then walk down Picardy Place to my Granda's shop on the corner of London Road and Blenheim Place (he worked saturday mornings) and onwards to the football.

Once Hibs became my chosen team, it was my Hibs Uncles that took me along. My Uncle Hughie Manson from Pennywell was Hibs daft and would take me to home games, plonking me outside the Social Club* in the club car park behind the auld big terracing with juice and crisps before plonking me on the wall at the front of the terracing for each game. (* Can anyone mind the name of that Social Club, was it related to Lothian Buses?).

As I got a bit older, I would go with my pals from Livingston on the 201 bus, often joining my Mum's youngest brother Billy who had a flat in Albert Street, which we thought was cool! I have always argued Hibs have a large support out in Livingston and in towns such East and Mid Calder, Pumpherston, Winchburgh, Uphall and Broxburn and we would all jump on the Uphall and Broxburn Hibs Supporters Bus which picked up in all the aforementioned towns, travelling around Scotland following Hibs, and making friends I still have to this day. My best mate still goes home and away with me every week. We lived next door to each other in Crazyhill!

I also made many Hibs pals through the casual era, again many are friends for life. I worked abroad for five years and when I came home with my young family, and I picked up my life time affair with Hibernian. This era is the one where through initially being an admin on Hibs Net and subsequently a founding member of the Bounce, I have met thousands of Hibs fans, many of whom I consider good friends of mine now.

I thank each and every one of them, each and every one of you. The Hibernian Family, whilst suffering from the odd arsehole, and regularly disfunctional, is in the main a wonderful thing to be part of.

I mentioned my old man at the top of these ramblings. My Dad was an ill man for many years before we lost him last year, he could barely walk the length of himself most days. That glorious day in May, when the cup finally came home to Easter Road, my Mum and Dad settled down to watch the final on the telly. Sir David Gray, captain of Hibernian, scored that header in the 92nd minute of the game, my old man, brought up a Hearts fan, leaped out his chair like Lazarus, shouting "Ya Fucking Beauty" as the ball nestled in the net. He could have brought me up a Jambo, he never did. Thanks Dad.
 
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Weehibbydrew

Mussel-bound Radge
Aye, Lami and John were both pretty much born again evangelical athiests so not surprising that religion didn't crop up. I've enjoyed reading this thread G, cheers
Not since John since lockdown. Hope he's well. Don't think he posts on here, could you pass on my regards?
 

NGP

A message to you, radge
I thank my grandfather, who was from Lockerbie and a QOTS fan, who took my dad, who had just moved to Edinburgh to work for Ferranti, to see Hibs v QOTS in the cup. Hibs won 9-3 and my dad was hooked. This was the early 50s.

I thank my parents for being die hard home and away Hibs fans and taking me and a few of my pals to the games, several of us packed into the car. My parents watched Hibs together for over 50 years before my dad died. I grew up in 70s Muirhouse, which was all Hibs. A couple of Huns, a couple of Jambos, but it was very much a Hibs area at that time.

As well as family and school friends, I have met some wonderful people through Hibs, many I consider good friends and right now I miss the games, not just the fitba itself, but train journeys, pubs, banter, that chat with other Hibbys and everything else that goes with following the green and white.
 

tayside hibee

Well-Known Radge
My Dad was a hibby and a leither so it was always Hibs for me. He was old school though, and in his younger days him and his mates went week about to ER and the pbs . While no doubting his allegiance, he probably liked the gunts winning if they weren't playing Hibs. He absolutely hated the OF, and also hated the violence and hooligans who began using football as a fighting ground. He refused to go the big hatred games ( including the gunts) so my younger experiences were limited.
Once I got a paper round and could afford to go myself , I then made bonds with fellow hibees which still last to this day.And of course you carry on and make more. It is a family feel club I think. If you come across fellow Hibbys in day to day life, you tend to go that extra mile for them, and likewise them you.
What has always amazed me is folk who support different teams than their father!! If my lad had ever came to me and said "I want to support gunts\sevco/ smellies, I would have been gutted, sickened!!
Thankfully , thats not the case and the taking him to games , and the fact it is in his blood has seen to that. I have always thought , well, I had to go through it , so do you!!! Its good character building!! And every now and then , they throw in a nugget which keeps the addiction going!!
We wouldn't have it any other way I'm sure .
 

Canon Hannan

Well-Known Radge
So my family are from Irish Catholic descent brought up in the southside, St Pat’s parishioners then moved to marionville before ww2. Obviously Hibs fans and my dad huge fan off Gordon Smith. But.....he lost interest in Hibs and when my older brothers started following fitba early 80’s it was Celtic and of course I followed them. It didn’t sit right with me so in adulthood I did change my team but it was going back to my roots! With dementia all my dad could remember was the famous 5 so I’m sure I am where I should be.
 

Ifield Hibee

Well-Known Radge
Wonderful thread G.

I have a number of people to thank for being a Hibs fan. My Mum and Dad are both Leith born as were my four grandparents and generations before that. My Dad's dad, Stewart was born and brought up in Balfour Street, but was a season card holder at Tynecastle, the classic Leith Jambo, I even mind what the wee card thing looked like. However, his other team was, wait for it, Hibs! I come from what I like to think is a typical Edinburgh family, a mix of Catholic and Protestant, Hibs and Hearts, no old firm fans and even the non fitba fans 'preferred' one team or the other. My auld man was a Jambo as a kid but never took us to the football, my Mum is a Hibs fan, she gets up to high doe listening to the Hibs on the radio every weekend to this day!

Even though I lived out in Livingston by then, both my Granda and I were fitba daft and he would take me to Tynecastle one week, Easter Road the next. Hibernian in glorious emerald green, Hearts in skid mark maroon. I mind the climb up the auld high terrace steps, the view of Arthurs seat and the Forth the wafts of tobacco smoke and pies. All I mind of tynecastle is it being dark and smelling slightly of pish.

In the early 70's, Hibs were a joy to watch, Turnbull's Tornadoes, Hearts were pretty poor. I chose Hibs as my team and I would be sent on the 201 bus from Craigshill to St Andrew's Square, then walk down Picardy Place to my Granda's shop on the corner of London Road and Blenheim Place (he worked saturday mornings) and onwards to the football.

Once Hibs became my chosen team, it was my Hibs Uncles that took me along. My Uncle Hughie Manson from Pennywell was Hibs daft and would take me to home games, plonking me outside the Social Club* in the club car park behind the auld big terracing with juice and crisps before plonking me on the wall at the front of the terracing for each game. (* Can anyone mind the name of that Social Club, was it related to Lothian Buses?).

As I got a bit older, I would go with my pals from Livingston on the 201 bus, often joining my Mum's youngest brother Billy who had a flat in Albert Street, which we thought was cool! I have always argued Hibs have a large support out in Livingston and in towns such East and Mid Calder, Pumpherston, Winchburgh, Uphall and Broxburn and we would all jump on the Uphall and Broxburn Hibs Supporters Bus which picked up in all the aforementioned towns, travelling around Scotland following Hibs, and making friends I still have to this day. My best mate still goes home and away with me every week. We lived next door to each other in Crazyhill!

I also made many Hibs pals through the casual era, again many are friends for life. I worked abroad for five years and when I came home with my young family, and I picked up my life time affair with Hibernian. This era is the one where through initially being an admin on Hibs Net and subsequently a founding member of the Bounce, I have met thousands of Hibs fans, many of whom I consider good friends of mine now.

I thank each and every one of them, each and every one of you. The Hibernian Family, whilst suffering from the odd arsehole, and regularly disfunctional, is in the main a wonderful thing to be part of.

I mentioned my old man at the top of these ramblings. My Dad was an ill man for many years before we lost him last year, he could barely walk the length of himself most days. That glorious day in May, when the cup finally came home to Easter Road, my Mum and Dad settled down to watch the final on the telly. Sir David Gray, captain of Hibernian, scored that header in the 92nd minute of the game, my old man, brought up a Hearts fan, leaped out his chair like Lazarus, shouting "Ya Fucking Beauty" as the ball nestled in the net. He could have brought me up a Jambo, he never did. Thanks Dad.
Emotional, fantastic story.

That to me is why the players need to “get” Hibs.
 

Zab

Admin
My dad is the reason I support Hibernian. He grew up around Danderhall, his father a Ukrainian, his mother Scottish but she lived her entire childhood abroad. His pals at school got him interested in football, one of them was a Hibee who invited him along to a game at Easter Road. My dad was instantly hooked. As a young man he regularly went during the early 70s, including the New Year’s Day demolition of Hearts at Tynecastle.

I should add that my mother’s entire, and very large, family are all Hibs daft. That’s despite the fact that her mother, a born and bread Leither, was a Jambo!

By the time I was primary school age, we’d moved to the borders. I went to a primary school where there were only seven other boys in the class, all of them Huns. Initially I wanted to be like the other lads at school and support the same team as them. If my Dad hadn’t taught me the very valuable life lesson of not bowing to peer pressure at such a young age, I wouldn’t have been standing next to him at Hampden on that glorious day in May.
 

MeanwoodHibee

Well-Known Radge
I mentioned my old man at the top of these ramblings. My Dad was an ill man for many years before we lost him last year, he could barely walk the length of himself most days. That glorious day in May, when the cup finally came home to Easter Road, my Mum and Dad settled down to watch the final on the telly. Sir David Gray, captain of Hibernian, scored that header in the 92nd minute of the game, my old man, brought up a Hearts fan, leaped out his chair like Lazarus, shouting "Ya Fucking Beauty" as the ball nestled in the net.

You told that wonderful story about your dad on here when he passed away and I remember thinking it told me everything I needed to know about what kind of man he was. I bet he didn't have an ounce of hate in his body, he cheered that goal because he knew how much joy it would bring to you, his son; not like most of us present-day football fans who unfortunately take as much pleasure in gloating over our rivals' misfortunes as we do in celebrating our own club's achievements. My own father who I guess was from the same generation as yours was exactly the same.
 

Westside Green

Well-Known Radge
My brother first got me interested in Hibs when I was 4 and he was 13. First game I went to was with my Uncle, who had recently returned from New Zealand after about 20 years, who supported Edinburgh but preferred Hearts. Brisk walk down Smokey Brae and got my first real sight of the huge terracing that i'd only heard the roars from when in the backgreens of Piershill.
Once my brother was considered old enough to look after me we travelled on the Hawkhill bus then in his car and i'd visited most grounds before I left primary school.
THAT day at Hampden made up for all the disappointments and I know our Uncle Robert would be just as happy as we were.
 

moathibby

Legendary Radge
I was at Colin Stein's first game for the Hibs in 1965/6

BIG G
Truth is I was such a fan,that when he went to the Huns I became a hun too.I have said this before.I supported the Hibs all year,but when it came to Huns games I put on my hun bonnet and top.My dad would take me to the game and protect me from all the Hibees who wanted to strangle me.I must have lasted about two seasons then I went back to being a hibbie once my dad explained bloody sunday to me.
 
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