Voice’s Fred Wilkinson caught up with new Aberdeen Football Club supporters group Red Army 12 as they set about creating a banner for the club’s new captain and instant hero.
Despite some worrying pre-season results, the Dons find themselves at the top of the Scottish Premier League with maximum points and celebrating a decisive cup victory over Alloa Athletic. So where did it all go right?
Aberdeen Voice reader Jeremy Millar sees history repeating itself in the city.
In a recent bout of clearing-out, I came across a letter I wrote to the local paper in 1986.
“Dear Sir,
It appears to me that the stream of letters expressing dismay at the inefficiency of Aberdeen district council’s new computer booking system is but an ongoing symptom of an ongoing identity crisis afflicting the council.
By Dave Innes.
Doom, gloom, despondency and rumours of four dodgy-looking jockeys riding over the Broad Hill are prevalent among some Dons fans on websites and in the city’s bijou cafes since the nail-biting end to last season. The weekend’s 3-1 defeat by Fraserburgh did nothing but add to the inevitable white noise of supporter anguish. Continue reading »
By Barry Black.
More than half the earth’s population will tune in to watch or listen to the World Cup, from New York to Sydney and London to Beijing. The world’s starlets display their skills as all set out to prove they’re the best. The cameras show off the glitzy new stadia of the host country. As the world focuses on South Africa this year, it will be no different. Considering the joy and happiness it brings and the revenue it produces, it can’t be a bad thing, can it?
Last time out, I explained why my single-minded fanaticism for the Dons had cooled somewhat. A fitba fan, however, still needs that weekly 90 minute fix.
So, what to do with all those Saturday afternoons? It’s simple really – I’ve gone back to my roots.
Article by Dave Innes
If you’d said to me 15 years ago that in the future, my Saturday afternoons would be spent only infrequently at Pittodrie, that I’d stop rearranging or postponing work responsibilities and family commitments to ensure I would be able to go to that vital midweek away league game at Love St, I’d have laughed in your face. Such was my commitment to the Dons since sometime in the early 1960s, that any hint of dilution of this devotion would have seemed crazy. Yet, I can count on the fingers of both hands the number of times I slid 22 quid across the turnstile counter last season to take part in what used to be the highlight of my week and the best community experience going.