I’m, of course, referring to the journey my beloved Arsenal have taken in the 25/26 season which took us to our first Premier League title for 22 years, as well as defeat to arch title rivals Manchester City in the League Cup final, and a shock defeat to some wee French team in the weekend’s Champions League final in Budapest.
My beloved Gunners have played some 60-plus first team matches this season and I’ll happily describe each one as ‘a squeaky bum’ sensation. Folk regularly ask me what’s it like to support Arsenal given the fact that we’ve ‘bottled’ the Premier League three seasons in a row before the tearful formal lifting of the trophy after the final game of the season at Crystal Palace?
It’s brutally simple - every Arsenal game is like taking the train from Belfast to Dublin, while suffering from severe diahorrea, but finding all the toilets on the train are out of order! It’s that painful.
Then again, why did I begin supporting Arsenal as a primary school pupil when my late dad, Rev Dr Robert Coulter MBE, to whom I was exceptionally close as a son, was a life-long Liverpool fan?
In the Sixties, the two favourite teams among the pupils at the local village primary school in the north Antrim hills were Leeds United and Manchester City. There was one Man United fan, one Chelsea fan - and me as the lone Gunner!
The daily newspaper in Clough Presbyterian Manse in those days was the Belfast News Letter. From time to time, I’d read the sports pages. By the time I was preparing to sit my Eleven Plus exam, I’d progressed comic-wise from The Topper and The Victor, to Shoot, a weekly football magazine.
Arsenal had reached the final of the old European Fairs Cup in the 69/70 season. Until that final, I’d only said I was a Gunner at primary school just to be different from my chums as I was the sole preacher’s kid in the entire building.
Arsenal had been beaten 3-1 in the first leg of the final by the crack Belgian side, Anderlecht, and it would take a massive effort by the Gunners to overhaul the deficit in the second leg. They did, beating the Belgians 3-0 at Highbury. My decision was made. I would become a committed Gunner for the rest of my life.
The following season was another roller coaster ride in my Arsenal journey. It coincided with me leaving Clough Primary School to spend my Primary Seven year at the Ballymena Academy Preparatory Department. 1970/71 saw Arsenal complete their first double - the league and FA Cup.
We beat Liverpool 2-1 in that historic final, and after the game, I’d pretend I was a great Charlie George outside the Presbyterian Manse kicking my football against the Manse front gate scoring that winning goal over and over repeatedly.
One thing has sky rocketed since those prep school days - the price of football kits. In 1970, I bought my first ever Arsenal strip; the jersey with the badge, shorts and socks all came to five pounds! When family asked me what I wanted for my birthday or Christmas, the answer was always the same - the latest Gunners strip!
Needless to say, my collection has grown since 1970. It now fills an entire wardrobe section of my home. As a married man with two sons, I can now add Father’s Day to the constant moan of me asking for the latest Arsenal ‘footie top’. Nowadays, the price has jumped to around £100 plus per shirt. And it’s no longer ‘home and away’ jerseys - most major clubs now have a third shirt.
My eldest son is also an Arsenal fan, so a visit - much to the disapproval of my Man United supporting darling wife - to the Arsenal shop at The Emirates in London to buy all the tee-shirts and strips associated with being Premier League champions and runners-up in the Champions League will ‘bust the budget’!
Being a Presbyterian minister’s son and an avid Arsenal fan has got me a few tickings off in my time. I was reduced to tears in 1972 when Leeds beat us 1-0 in the FA Cup final. I was told by dad not to make any cheeky remarks to my Leeds chums at Sunday school the following day.
I got the same fatherly warning in 1973, when lowly Sunderland beat Leeds 1-0 in the 1973 final and was sternly warned not to taunt the Leeds fans at Sunday school in retaliation for the banter I’d received the previous year.
Away from work, my casual dress code involves wearing one of the dozens of Arsenal shirts I now possess in my collection. In my spiritual journey, I’ve witnessed a radical relaxing of the dress codes over the years to Sunday worship and especially the mid-week Bible study and prayer meetings.
This has brought me into conflict on occasions with the wives of some of the elders. In one place of worship, at a ‘mid-week’ as they are affectionately called, I was wearing my Arsenal top. Two members of session were also present - one in a Spurs top; the other in a Chelsea shirt.
Another elder’s wife decided she’d had enough of these sporting tops at the ‘mid week’ and vented her spleen on me only! She didn’t say anything to the two elders - just me as the preacher’s kid. Since then, she has become known as ‘Mrs Footie Top’.
On another occasion during a church holiday to York in England, I was dandering through that historic city proudly sporting my Arsenal shirt when I became conscious that I was being glared and stared at.
By sheer chance, I met another Arsenal fan wearing his top, who said to me - ‘they don’t like us Londoners up here!’ To avoid any conflict, I went into the nearest sports shop and bought a local football shirt!
The same happened again a few years ago at a train station in Lisbon in Portugal during a family holiday when I was confronted by Sporting Lisbon fans. We exchanged a few insults across the platforms, but thankfully no punches!
I will admit the tears were flowing when the team lifted the Premier League trophy this season, especially as we came so, so close to ‘bottling’ it again for a fourth season in succession. Finishing runner-up in the Premier League when we had led the league for so long during the season is bitter medicine for any fan to swallow.
Even as a pensioner in my 60s, the experience of being a Gunner can be an emotionally challenging one. I’ll leave my rant on the penalty decisions in the Champions League final against that Paris lot for another day.
Just a reminder - its Father’s Day again in a few weeks; you know what I want as a pressie! Size XL please.
| Follow Dr John Coulter on Twitter @JohnAHCoulter John is a Director for Belfast’s Christian radio station, Sunshine 1049 FM. |





























