The adventure, The dream is probably what every fan from Plymouth to Newcastle hope that one day they can live their own dream with their beloved club.

 

It was the year 2000 and Cardiff City looked like they were finally going out of Business, I had followed my club since 1972, had been a season ticket holder for 26 years and I still am.  Like my other fellow supporters I had been through the good and bad times and to be honest there weren’t many good times.  I had been to the Darlington’s, Hartlepool’s, Scarborough, Halifax’s and Carlisle's of this world so many times and had driven the long journeys home saying to myself never again but that “never” seems to come.

 

We hadn’t been in the old first division since 1962, all I had seen was Cardiff City go lower and lower down the leagues to the depths of despair. Crowds in recent years had gone as low as just over 1,400 the lowest in Cardiff city history.  Nobody wanted to know the club, the fans were fed up of over 30years of false promises from all the Chairmen, Directors or whatever they want to call themselves and Ninian Park was deteriorating rapidly.

 

My football world was totally upside down because the club I loved seemed to be fading rapidly into the wilderness and now I had my own personnel problems Brussels 2000, it seemed the whole world had turned against me, TV, newspapers, the business world and I even had the keyboard warriors or internet nerds whatever you want to call them all slagging me down and even Cardiff City fans I had known for years had turned their backs on me, but worst of all I had let my parents down.

 

Then suddenly Cardiff City’s world, future and mine was about to change all because of one man “Sam Hammam”