'We are Orient'
My husband supports Leyton Orient and contrary to popular belief - I discovered from my first visit to Brisbane Road in 2011 - that he actually wasn't the only Os fan on the planet.
My husband is from Croydon and his family are Crystal Palace supporters; however his mum was from Walthamstowe and she was a lifelong Leyton Orient fan who served tea and snacks in the old club shop. She died when he was only 14 and my husband has memories of being at Brisbane Road as a child. He vowed to carry on the tradition and he is very dedicated to the club.
Recent times have been very tough for Leyton Orient but after two years they are now back in the EFL with a new owner.
Leyton Orient is a family friendly club, and the build up to the game to be very different as to that at West Ham, but everywhere's different. There's no streets of tat sellers or people behind trestle tables mouthing off about the board or the Olympic Stadium, there's no crazy preachers shouting "West Ham for Jesus" or an hour long queue to even get on the tube. At 5pm when you come out of the game with four thousand other Leyton Orient fans and wave the coach load of twelve visiting fans goodbye as it pulls out of Brisbane Road, there's no Met on horses cajoling you to walk half a mile in the wrong direction; and suddenly all of those four thousand fans simply merge into the gathering dusk and disappear like they were never even there.
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Read MoreMy husband is from Croydon and his family are Crystal Palace supporters; however his mum was from Walthamstowe and she was a lifelong Leyton Orient fan who served tea and snacks in the old club shop. She died when he was only 14 and my husband has memories of being at Brisbane Road as a child. He vowed to carry on the tradition and he is very dedicated to the club.
Recent times have been very tough for Leyton Orient but after two years they are now back in the EFL with a new owner.
Leyton Orient is a family friendly club, and the build up to the game to be very different as to that at West Ham, but everywhere's different. There's no streets of tat sellers or people behind trestle tables mouthing off about the board or the Olympic Stadium, there's no crazy preachers shouting "West Ham for Jesus" or an hour long queue to even get on the tube. At 5pm when you come out of the game with four thousand other Leyton Orient fans and wave the coach load of twelve visiting fans goodbye as it pulls out of Brisbane Road, there's no Met on horses cajoling you to walk half a mile in the wrong direction; and suddenly all of those four thousand fans simply merge into the gathering dusk and disappear like they were never even there.
Ongoing
