SO it's farewell Ice Station Zebra then.

As a fan of 25 years I don't suppose I'll be the only one with a lump in my throat when the final whistle is blown on the old place.

Memories will come flooding back of the good times - and the bad - in what can only be described as the `unique' Boundary Park.

No Latics fan old enough will forget Joe Royle's young guns and their unstoppable march to Wembley in 1990. A host of big boys came and they all got sent packing, blasted off the infamous plastic pitch by the big man's cavaliers.

How about the 6-0 Valentine's Day massacre of West Ham in the League Cup semi-final?

Or the epic FA Cup victory over Everton at the third attempt?

That tenacious midfield combo of Nick Henry and Mike Milligan, biting the ankles of anyone who dared to cross them? `Tricky' Ricky Holden in his pomp on that left touchline? Balding Andy Ritchie up front, tearing opposition defences to shreds.

Or the master-poacher Roger Palmer, ghosting in at close range for another of his record-breaking strikes?

Most Latics fans would tell you the heart-stopping 3-2 victory over Sheffield Wednesday in 1991 to win the old Division Two title was their favourite Boundary Park memory.

Not me, and let me tell you why. I used to go to games with my uncle and his sons and he had a phobia about getting caught in traffic and so, when Neil Redfearn was tucking his injury-time penalty away in front of a delirious Chaddy End, we were safely tucked in his Volvo on the way home.

So for that reason, 1993's 1-0 win over the mighty United is my standout. When Peter Schmeichel flapped at a cross allowing Neil Adams to head the only goal he made me the happiest pupil at St Bede's. For a day, anyway. I'll miss the Chaddy End sucking one in. The old whingers in the main stand and the looks on opponents' faces when the hail comes in from the Pennines.

But I believe Simon Corney when he says this is the only way forward.

And so what if it's on the Manchester border? It's still in Oldham.

And it will be ours. You never know, we might even steal a few fans from that rich lot up the road…