A few words inspired by the excellent archived article Things The Arena Generation Will Never Know…  from the original paper fanzine version of The Cat’s Whiskers. 

A list of twelve different memories from the old rink era beginning way back in 1980 and mostly positive. It’s important to add that not all experiences were as savoury at the old barn. I could probably wax less than lyrical on that subject. It’s probably for another day that one though. In the meantime here are a dozen of the best that come immediately to mind. 

1. The tiny little tuck shop with the sweetie jars as you turned left after the front foyer. Always a friendly face or two peering out from the little store on game night. None of that ‘concessions’ nonsense. 

2. The life-size cardboard cut out figure of the ‘new’ hockey hero Mario Lemieux in the old skate shop in the foyer. We were thrilling to the exploits of ‘The Great One’, Wayne Gretzky and watching the powerhouse Edmonton Oilers on-all to- rare an occasion on our British TV screens when ‘The Magnificent One’ came along. Just like having the real thing… 

3. Ice that was like skating on tarmac. How many stepped through the gates and got out there for a spin? Loved the excellent ‘corrugated’ affect near the player’s gate. 

4. Two welcoming and atmospheric bars. The beer and food supplies at the new stadium are okay but I miss those two bars, which I would use alternatively. The bar staff also had the intelligent knack of pouring off around 3056 pints in preparation for the thirsty Panthers punters who would shortly be clambering over the bar with their tongues hanging out. 

5. Opposing hockey fans having a great time just talking hockey together in kindred spirit. Remember those days – when we were all in it together? Sure there was less savoury stuff at the likes of Durham and Whitley but it was always a great pleasure to converse with the odd travelling fans in those early days of the 1980s’. For the diminutive, crazy band of us that followed hockey in those days it seemed like ‘us against the world’. 

6. The stadium filling up with cigarette smoke in the third period as nervous punters were on the edge of their seat wondering if we could actually beat Streatham at last. Being a non-smoker I, of course don’t actually miss this one, (apart from beating those damned Redskins of course – thank you Terry Gudziunas and Jeff Andison). 

7. Scoring 31 goals in one night (against the hapless Southampton Vikings). A bad night for Southampton and it was difficult not to feel sorry for them as they were mostly young guys and tried their heart out against the superior and mainly Canadian Panthers. Happily the two goals that the Vikings got received the biggest cheer of the night. 

8. A four-page A5 Ice Hockey News Review in a tiny type size with no margins (blink). I used to descend from the Ice Stadium with this Holy Grail stuffed inside my jeans pocket for perusal later. Unfortunately after seven pints of cheap lager (Ayingerbrau anyone?) around town this was generally a difficult if not impossible task after returning home. Where’s that magnifying glass? 

9. Sew on Montreal Canadiens and Toronto Maple Leaf Badges that somebody had ‘acquired’ in Canada and sold in the rink. Still got ‘em too. I’m saving the Leaf ones for someone I don’t like. 

10. The sight of the great Les Strongman skating occasionally. Beautiful, graceful and fluent it was too. An older guy by now but the natural class was still there even to the uninitiated. 

11. Eric on the organ. Anybody remember ‘Three Blind Mice’? Hockey means organ music, none of this new-fangled ‘dance’ music or those young teenyboppers Status Quo. Eric was great. I had the father-in-law over from Canada once and he was stunned when walking into the old stadium to hear Eric’s strains of Bach floating down the corridors. Authentic and the real thing. 

12. Going out to the pub in the intervals between periods. Yes we actually used to do this to either The Cricketers or The Castle. You had to be quick (and dedicated) but it was worth it! Full marks to anyone who could make the time to swill down more than one pint between periods. 

There we are then, twelve memories. They were happy days, the very early ones were pretty magical actually. I’ll never forget the buzz around the game in Nottingham in those days. I’m sure though that arena generation fans will also have lots of their own memories to recall in the years to come too. 

Written by Stuart Frew. You can read more of Stuart’s work at Tears of a Clown


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