In about two months time I will feel a sense of realisation that hasn't quite hit home at present. This sense of realisation will come when I take my seat for the first time at Cardiff City's new £30m stadium, a stone's throw away from Ninian Park.I will realise that Ninian Park is no longer 'home'. I will realise that I may never stand on a terrace again and I will realise that my club has finally entered a new era of modernisation as we aim to become a Premier League club for the first time. Of course this last point isn't a bad thing. It is essential not only to push on, but with a potentially crippling debt hanging over the club in the form of loan notes owed to the Langston Corporation, it is essential to our financial future. Perhaps Darwin's theories of evolution and survival could never be better applied. It has been rammed down our throats for a number of years now; no new stadium, no club.
It is for these reasons that I am in firm support for the new stadium. It isn't 'state of the art' as described by our club's hierarchy, but it certainly looks fit for purpose and the more I see pictures of its day by day development the more I am looking forward to moving on from Ninian Park. But Ninian Park will always hold special memories for me.
I am twenty years of age and cannot claim to have been present during the days of fifty-thousand plus crowds and European nights. My dad was at the Real Madrid game in 1971 (but then who wasn't?) and has told me of the other numerous scalps we had pulled off on big European nights. I am not jealous because I believe I will witness my own special moments that my children will not have seen.
In my time as a Cardiff City fan since before I can even recall, I have seen magic moments. It's all relative of course. I haven't seen my team life the Premier League trophy, nor do I ever expect them to. But I have seen my team win promotion from the old Division Three, again from Division two in the playoff final in Cardiff, and beyond my wildest dreams I have seen Cardiff City play twice at Wembley. Add to this the scalps of beating Man City and Leeds in epic FA Cup ties and a whole host of terrific one-off results, and I have a mental vault concealed with a host of personal memories.
Ninian Park is now all but memories and that is saddening. I will miss it's uniqueness in an ever increasing world of homogenous all-seater stadia. I will miss the smell of bovril around the temporary cabin bar at the back of the Bobbank on a Tuesday night. I will miss the sight of the Floodlights dominating the night sky, the rustic stands and close proximity to the pitch. Ninian Park was a football stadium in every sense, a nostalgic relic of what football used to be. The New Stadium is just that, a new stadium. But one thing that won't change is the hardcore fans that will inhabit it each week. It is us who can pass on Ninian Park's spirit and soul and make our new stadium a home.
A new era beckons for us all; fans, players and management. Here is to hoping the new stadium can bring renewed hope for our club; a nest for the Bluebirds to truly reach their potential.


