Have a favourite Arsenal goal, player or match? Want to share the experience of your first ever game or the atmosphere at a Cup Final? Ever met someone who has played for the Gunners? 

We want to hear from Arsenal fans willing and eager to share something personal about their love for the club. All you have to do is email us via the CONTACT page mentioning 'MEMORY BANK' in the title. Your entry can be as long or as short as you like, just do your best to stick to the Queen's English. 



A long distance passion

BY KIERAN POOLE / @kieranpoole14

Being born and raised in Hong Kong, you might expect me to have a rather distant relationship with Arsenal. I never really chose the team. My Grandad, who was born and raised in North London, did that for me a long time before I was born, thereby by beginning what will hopefully be a long line of Gooners. If it wasn’t for him there’s a good chance I wouldn’t love the Arsenal as much as I do.

Following Arsenal was more of an interest than a passion; the time difference restricting my viewing of any matches to the occasional early kick-off before my bedtime. It slowly built up though and by the age of 10 I had reached the point where I would wake up at 3am to listen to pre-season matches against Austrian village teams just to hear how a rather promising Spanish youth player was progressing.

In November 2005, my Dad was about to head off on his annual four day trip to England to visit his mum when he told me that I was coming as well. Jumping at the chance to miss a few days of school, I travelled without actually knowing or really wondering why I’d been invited.

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From Hate to Love


I’ve read some great memories on this site which make me extremely proud to be a Gooner. Before I talk about my Arsenal journey I want to let you know that my childhood was probably very different from many of yours.

Growing up in Nigeria, I never had a traditional family initiation into a football club. My only contact with the game was being bullied by my six brothers into playing goalkeeper whenever they had a kickabout.

I first came across Arsenal after Kanu moved to Highbury. I couldn’t understand his passion and commitment to a club that seemed to keep him away from us, his compatriots, and the Nigerian national team. I felt he needed to be more patriotic. Even when the Gunners paid for his open-heart surgery I still didn’t understand. Looking back now I feel childish about the way I reacted, but I just didn’t understand.

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Bloody Hell! I'm the Arsenal mascot

BY SAM BLAINEY /@thehollowayred

The ball rolled gently to his feet: the young lad was through on goal, nobody else was near him. It was his first time at Highbury and he was one-on-one with the England international keeper David Seaman. He looked up and chipped it up ever so gently towards the goal - it went in, gliding past a static Seaman.

It was such a brilliant, unexpected goal that even a few people in the North Bank applauded. Seaman plucked the ball out of the net and rolled it back to him. Hang on. Rolled it back to him. The Highbury debutant tried again, thumping the ball towards the goal; this time, 'Safe Hands' held it easily. Not surprising really, he was the England goalkeeper and the youngster was a 10-year-old from Essex who was a bit rubbish at football anyway.

I still maintain to this day, nearly 17 years later, that Seaman hadn’t just let my drifted effort in and had been genuinely surprised. This is, in all likelihood, absolute nonsense. However, scoring past Seaman in front of the North Bank was a high point in my day as Arsenal mascot, not a bad high point considering the previous moment I’d had my photo taken with my favourite player (Paul Merson, for the record) and the next moment I was standing in the centre-circle with Tony Adams.

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Better Than The Champions League

BY @iTz_Renato

One memory? Well, there are a lot of great ones but one is particularly special. I'll never forget it. It was the day we won the league at White Hart Lane. As I’m Brazilian I can’t go to every game, but in 2004 I was there.

The sheer relief when the final whistle blew was amazing; you could literally feel everyone start breathing again! We may have lost a two-goal lead on the day, but watching the Spurs fans hail their point just made us laugh even more. It was an amazing feeling celebrating with the players. 

Of course it was the second time we’d won the title on their ground, Arsene’s third Premier League success in total and we were on the way to an unbeaten season.

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He Just Knew

BY @din0kay

I was 12-years-old when The Arsenal won the league at Anfield. I watched it at home on television with my Dad who’d confidently spent the build-up to the game telling customers in the café we owned in Palmers Green that we were going to win. He was convinced. He just knew.

Fast forward eight years to Arsene’s first full season in charge and Arsenal were again in the title hunt. Indeed up until a trip to Derby County on November 1st we had remained unbeaten. It was towards the end of that month, on a Friday I think, that I received a call while at university telling me that Dad had suffered a burst blood vessel in his brain and that he was in coma.

The doctors prepared us for the worst making clear that in the unlikely event of him waking him, he would likely have severe brain damage.  We asked them toto take him off the resuscitation list if he suffered another stroke.

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BY CIARAN SHAW / @CiaranShaw

Most people associate painful football memories with sadness, but the one I want to talk about is an angry one; a moment in Arsenal’s history that filled me with more football rage than I’ve ever experienced. I'm talking about the 2-0 defeat to Manchester United in 2004, the game which brought our undefeated run to an end in its 49th game.

Even now when I think about that game, talk about that afternoon or watch any glimpses of the highlights it takes me right back to the moment; the moment when Gary Neville should have been sent off countless times, the moment when I felt nothing but pity for Jose Antonio Reyes for being bullied and assaulted on that pitch and the moment when Wayne Rooney dived like the little, slimy git that he is to finish the game off.

I have never, in my entire football watching life, seen a more one sided display by a referee! (Even writing about it now is making me mad) How almost every decision was wrongly made and that referee still has a job is beyond me (I refuse to write his name).

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Tears in the Bath

BY DAVE ARMSTRONG / @block6gooner

I became a Gooner during the George Graham years after my best friend at primary school introduced me to his family’s love for The Arsenal. They weren’t glamorous years to earn my grounding as a fan, the football was boring, but it was effective. I still look back fondly on the Steve Bould near post corner flick-on and remember trying to recreate the same move in the playground.

In 1993 we’d won both the League and FA Cup and the next year, in what ITV might call ‘that night’ in Copenhagen, we secured our first European silverware for 24 years beating Parma. In a sort of celebration I’d used a black permanent marker to write on my football, “Arsenal Cup Winners’ Cup Champions 1994.”

A year later we were in the final again, this time against Spanish side Real Zaragoza, and the permanent marker was still visible. I spent the afternoon in the build-up to the match playing out the final…Arsenal won of course. I tempted fate, I’m sorry Gooners it’s all my fault. I added “1995” to my white ball. I was being presumptuous.

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Two Loves


Most men fight with their girlfriends or their wives about the amount of football watched at home. I’m no exception but there is a slight difference. The worst argument I’ve ever had with my fiancée was about the suitability of Robin Van Persie to the position of out-and-out striker. That was about three or four years ago. I was wrong and his recent scoring exploits have proved the point.

After every goal Robin scores, after every impressive stat that’s read out relating to his performance, after every one of his assists or any commendation from the commentator, my other half turns to me and asks: “Hmmm, he is playing very well Liam but I wonder, are we getting the best out of Van Persie in that position?!”

I suppose I should explain. Some football lovers are born Arsenal fans, some choose to be Arsenal fans, and some have Arsenal fandom thrust upon them. I’m in the latter category. Not that I’m complaining mind you – I’ve always admired Arsene Wenger, his attacking philosophy and his commendable approach to youth development.

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Wembley Woe

BY JAKE MANCER / @juniorgooner

It was a riveting League Cup run. We’d slaughtered the Spuds on their own turf, trampled Newcastle at St James Park, drifted past Wigan at the Emirates and fought hard over two-legs against Ipswich until “She Wore a Yellow Ribbon” again sounded out over North London.

Finally, the chance we'd been waiting for. Thirteen years after sealing the Double against Newcastle we were back in a Wembley final – and against an opponent, Birmingham City, who on paper should have been cannon fodder. We’d just beaten Barcelona at the Emirates, confidence couldn’t be higher.

But it was all too much…

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An Open Gate

BY JOHN DUNNE / @rebelgooner

I just wanted to share the experience of my first trip to The Home of Football. I was 12-years-old when the family decided to take a holiday in London in August 1980. I had been an Arsenal fan since my uncle bought me a t-shirt aged 5 so Dad took me to visit Highbury with a view to getting tickets for a midweek match against Southampton.

When we arrived at the box office, we saw the gate that led to the pitch was open. We decided to go for a stroll and there in front of us was the first team training on the hallowed turf. It was a real shock and then a voice started shouting at us telling us to leave. When the guy got closer we heard his Irish accent.

Dad had a word with him, lied a bit about it being our last day in England and the gentleman groundsman, who I think was called Paddy, let us sit in the dugout and watch the players going through their paces. When they had finished training I was able to meet all of my heroes including David O’Leary, Pat Jennings, Willie Young and Frank Stapleton.

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