Here at portadownfc.co.uk we have decided to shine a much deserved light on the volunteers at the club that work so hard behind the scenes to make sure all aspects of your football club work like a well oiled machine, from ticket sellers to club shop to media team we all have a part to play and we want to hear from the many stories from all around the club so you can see what they actually get up to and how they contribute.
Next up we have Steven Richardson.
Role at Club: Barman
How long have you been volunteering at PFC: I was a ballboy in mid/late 70’s, if that counts
Have you always done this role and if not what else have you around the club: As I said I was a ballboy but have done a lot of different bits and pieces over the years. I remember helping my dad and others painting the old stand, I was an apprentice electrician and wired Ronnie’s office (thank God I didn’t electrocute him!) and the put lights in the old press box . More recently I’ve done the turnstiles before Bill asked me to help out in the bar about 3 years ago. I would also lift money and sell 50/50 tickets on the Travel Club bus to away games.
What first got you involved: I have been going to matches since the mid 70’s with my dad and he would have encouraged me to help out even as a youngster.
What is your earliest memory at PFC: When I was a ballboy we were beating Linfield (didn’t happen too often then) and they were pushing for an equaliser. The ball went out for a throw to Linfield and I think it was Steven McKee was running to get the ball off me and I threw it over his head to waste a bit of time – the look he gave me was brilliant!
What’s your favourite memory at the Ports:
There’s been a few – Gold Cup win in 78 was an early favourite, Sandy Fraser’s late late winner at Ards, to be honest I remember very little of the day we beat Linfield in 90, the trip to see us play Porto, the 91 Irish Cup final but one that sticks out is the 26th March 91 -the night we beat the Crues to win the league in the double season. It was my parents 25th wedding anniversary and there was a party organised for them which my dad didn’t know about. I had a feeling we would do it that night and as I had only missed 1 game all year I “got permission” to go to the match. We won it which was brilliant, but even better the party was in the old social club so the anniversary party turned into a title winning celebration
with a few fans and players gatecrashing the party!