Why are we roosters supporters

[doves07]

Why are we roosters supporters, its not just a game its a big part of our lives,silly season is upon us ,its a fun part of the year media reports on comings and goings but who are we.
I'm a penrith junior, but hate penrith and south's because every one followed them ,so decided to follow the roosters ,with my long blond hair , I was more into Schubert, Fairfax and co, so my eastern suburbs roosters obsession had started in 1974 and has been instilled into my sons ,both chookpen members
my biggest wish in the nrl was to play the storm in a gf and beat them ,being there made it even bigger and better,back to back was amazing,some think this year was a failure ,I think it was an amazing effort from probably the best sporting franchise in Australia, so why are you a rooster
EASTS

[Headless Chook]

Simple, my dad followed the Roosters and I was 7 in 1974 and just starting to get into the game, of course I was going to follow the Roosters.Fairfax and Schubert were my faves, then Boustead and Horrie as I got older. I went to a small catholic school approx 30 kids per class, and from our year there's about 8 of us that were Roosters supporters. We're all still good mates anmd 4 of us are getting together for a few beers and to reminisce on Saturday arvo, a final toast to the end of our reign as premiers!

[player 1]

Good thread idea.

My dad (who passed in 2015 - but got to see 2013 GF in person) was a roosters man all his life along with his dad. He was born in 1924 and grew up in poverty like many of that era. His mum died of TB at age 27 when he was 3. His dad drove a horse drawn laundry cart through the streets of Coogee and Randwick. My dad would wait outside the Coach and Horses Pub of an evening while his dad had a couple of well earned beers. They both saw Dave Brown playing for the tricolours. Dad left school in 4th form or so and worked a few jobs before getting into the Airforce in 1942 flying in Wellington bomber aircrafts in WW2 in Europe as a rear gunner/wireless operator. He was a fantastic morse code operator. Having survived the war he earned the opportunity as a returned serviceman to do his leaving certificate (HSC) and attend university, something he would never have normally afforded.

When I was around 8 years old my dad got my brother an Easts jersey and me a Souths jersey. So, to my shame, until 1970 I was a Souffs fan! After that I changed over to roosters as I got sick of fighting with my brother in the back of the car on the way home from games.

There were many Saturday and Sunday arvos spent going out to the old Sports Ground with the 3 of us watching "all grades". Dad would bring an esky full of beers (no RBT in those days!). I remember the pies, the guys selling "first try scoring double betting tickets" and peanuts in the shell. The smell of dencorub coming from the dressing room as the players came out. Running onto the field after the game to try and souvenir the corner posts and getting autographs from players in your autograph book.

If the game was close with 10 minutes to go, often we would leave as my dad "didn't want to watch" if we lost, LOL. So as we walked to the car and heard the crowd roar we didn't even know if this was good or bad!

We visited every suburban ground over the years except Penrith Park, including Belmore Oval and Lidcombe Oval with its skyscraper goal posts.

Many memories over the years and lots of emotion, good and bad. My brother and dad saw the 1974 GF live at the SCG, I stayed home and watched it live on TV - I was so nervous my mum gave me half of one of her valiums!! At age 12! I vividly remember Mark Harris's classic try to seal the win.

1975 and I wore a scarf and sunglasses and pretended to be a girl so I could use the SCG members ladies badge to get into the GF and see the 38-0 win from the Noble Stand.

Then a long premiership drought in spite of some great teams. I lived in Coff's Harbour in 2000, the year I started contributing to these forums. The Prelim win against Newcastle with the comeback sparked by Luke Phillips try and Freddy's intercept - I can still feel the excitement.

2002 I was still living in Coffs. 2013 and 2019 I saw the GFs in person, 2018 I arrived back in Sydney from overseas at half time to find out we led 18-0. OMG!! Then watched the second half at the pub.

I cannot complain one bit about the joy I've got from following this club. They have given me heaps.

[QWERTY]

My dad and his side of the family did not follow the nrl at first, as they lived in Lebanon before moving to Australia in the 70s. When they did come here, my dads sister became a huge fan of Big Artie when he played for the Sydney Roosters. So naturally everyone else in the family just sided with the roosters.
I remember when I was a kid I really wanted to go for the tigers, as all my friends at school went for them. In hindsight, I’m lucky and very grateful that my dad forced me to go for the roosters.

[Freddy]

Easts subs born and bred yet unfortunately don’t live there anymore.
family all go for them but I’m the fanatic.
Remember my Dad taking me to 86 GF and all I cared about was Easts winning the reserve grade GF and them letting Roosters all over the field.
My weekends growing up were listening to “around the grounds” waiting and waiting for the Easts score.

[GC6]

3rd generation Rooster. My grandfather grew up in the eastern suburbs and founded the Sydney jazz club there and was a roosters fanatic. Passed it on to my dad although he grew up around Sutherland shire then on to me up here on the Goldy.
now my 1 year old boy is a forced Rooster as well but the only thing he has enjoyed is being apart of the crowd as a card board cut out.

[doves07]

Easts subs born and bred yet unfortunately don’t live there anymore.
family all go for them but I’m the fanatic.
Remember my Dad taking me to 86 GF and all I cared about was Easts winning the reserve grade GF and them letting Roosters all over the field.
My weekends growing up were listening to “around the grounds” waiting and waiting for the Easts score.

Yeah frank Hyde's coverages, around the grounds ,then Saturday avo on the abc watching the game ,no mobile phones, so no dickheads texting you the score

[Kentucky_Fried_Rooster]

I haven't had much luck with footy teams.
When I was young my team was Newtown, I followed them from about 1973. No idea on why I picked them, I grew up in the Hills District.
After they left the comp I picked Norths, was still young and I enjoyed going to Nth Sydney Oval with my brother for a game against Manly.
When they merged with Manly I followed them but didn't really enjoy following a joint team.

After the Norths part folded I couldn't follow Manly because they were my brothers team and the Norths and Manly hate for each other.
I picked Easts because they were similar to Norths at the time, just a team that was also runs regularly and hadn't won anything in a million years.

Third time lucky I guess, picked a team that came good and will be around for ever.
During the NRL era Easts, Melbourne & Manly have probably been the dominant teams.
Storm have always been near the top with us and Manly spending a high percentage near the top.

Should of picked Easts when I was young instead of bouncing around teams that disappeared.

[Johnny Brass]

Dad worked on the door at the club in the late 60s , I had no choice I was going to be a roosters fan from day dot and I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
Ill never forget jumping up and hugging each other when we broke the drought and won the comp in 2002.

[Bruce Pickett]

Good thread idea.

My dad (who passed in 2015 - but got to see 2013 GF in person) was a roosters man all his life along with his dad. He was born in 1924 and grew up in poverty like many of that era. His mum died of TB at age 27 when he was 3. His dad drove a horse drawn laundry cart through the streets of Coogee and Randwick. My dad would wait outside the Coach and Horses Pub of an evening while his dad had a couple of well earned beers. They both saw Dave Brown playing for the tricolours. Dad left school in 4th form or so and worked a few jobs before getting into the Airforce in 1942 flying in Wellington bomber aircrafts in WW2 in Europe as a rear gunner/wireless operator. He was a fantastic morse code operator. Having survived the war he earned the opportunity as a returned serviceman to do his leaving certificate (HSC) and attend university, something he would never have normally afforded.

When I was around 8 years old my dad got my brother an Easts jersey and me a Souths jersey. So, to my shame, until 1970 I was a Souffs fan! After that I changed over to roosters as I got sick of fighting with my brother in the back of the car on the way home from games.

There were many Saturday and Sunday arvos spent going out to the old Sports Ground with the 3 of us watching "all grades". Dad would bring an esky full of beers (no RBT in those days!). I remember the pies, the guys selling "first try scoring double betting tickets" and peanuts in the shell. The smell of dencorub coming from the dressing room as the players came out. Running onto the field after the game to try and souvenir the corner posts and getting autographs from players in your autograph book.

If the game was close with 10 minutes to go, often we would leave as my dad "didn't want to watch" if we lost, LOL. So as we walked to the car and heard the crowd roar we didn't even know if this was good or bad!

We visited every suburban ground over the years except Penrith Park, including Belmore Oval and Lidcombe Oval with its skyscraper goal posts.

Many memories over the years and lots of emotion, good and bad. My brother and dad saw the 1974 GF live at the SCG, I stayed home and watched it live on TV - I was so nervous my mum gave me half of one of her valiums!! At age 12! I vividly remember Mark Harris's classic try to seal the win.

1975 and I wore a scarf and sunglasses and pretended to be a girl so I could use the SCG members ladies badge to get into the GF and see the 38-0 win from the Noble Stand.

Then a long premiership drought in spite of some great teams. I lived in Coff's Harbour in 2000, the year I started contributing to these forums. The Prelim win against Newcastle with the comeback sparked by Luke Phillips try and Freddy's intercept - I can still feel the excitement.

2002 I was still living in Coffs. 2013 and 2019 I saw the GFs in person, 2018 I arrived back in Sydney from overseas at half time to find out we led 18-0. OMG!! Then watched the second half at the pub.

I cannot complain one bit about the joy I've got from following this club. They have given me heaps.

Beautiful mate.

[chicka]

My Mum and Dad were 10 pound poms and brought me and my Brother and Sister over to Australia around 1977 to live in Randwick. I never even saw a game of Rugby League until the 1980 Grand Final when we played Canterbury.

It was the striking Red, White and Blue jersey that attracted me to the Chooks and I was hooked from that game. My dad was not interested in any sports and it wasn't until around '82/'83 when my Mum would let me go out on my own and I started going to the old Sportsground.

We moved down to enemy territory (Mascot) around '83 and I think I was the only one wearing my Easts long socks to school. My mum was even best mates with Shane Arneil's girlfriend where they both worked at the same place.

I used to collect the two magazines each week (big league and the other one) and used to read them for hours always hoping their was some story about the Chooks in them. My favourite players of that era were Hastings, Noel Cleal, Hugh McGahn, Chicka obviously and Slippery Steve Morris.

I moved back to the UK in the 90's and yet still follow the Chooks with as much passion and devotion as I did as a kid. What the team and Robbo and Nick have achieved over the last 7/8 years makes me really proud to be an Easts supporter and I was right all them years ago to choose the Tricolours over everybody else. I don't even follow the Super League over here and I couldn't even tell you who was in it and who the top team was.

[MCMLXVI]

I cut myself shaving this morning, need I say more?

[Bansai Pipeline]

Dad. My beautiful old man got me into it. It’s still a huge part of our relationship, talking Chooks.

[Easts75]

Born and lived in Battery st Cloey until I was 14. Went to Cloey Public then Randwick north, played with Crocs. Dad decided to lose the familys money so we moved out west...life sucks sometimes. My whole family follows Easts as Dad was raised in Yanko Ave Bronte. Great memories of Hugh McGahan, Brendon Hall and co helping out with footy at school. Still a member as are my Daughters aged 15 & 5, will always be an Easts man

[Bahrain Rooster]

My Dad was born and raised in Newtown before changing to the Roosters when the Jets were removed from the comp. He raised me as a Rooster, wouldn’t have it any other way.