I remember speaking to a couple of older Arsenal chaps in the pub and they said they would go watch Tottenham in the 60s as they were the best in England. I couldn't wrap my head around it and initially thought they were on the wind up. It seemed it was common practice to watch as much football as you could for entertainment
It made me wonder at what point did it stop completely because the 70s and 80s and early 90s were rather naughty and segregation seemed important
I started going to watch football in 1968. At that age, like my mates, you lived, breathed and slept football. Every spare minute was kicking a ball about. Going to the games was a huge treat. Money was tight so you begged, scrimped, saved, did a bit of work, mine was caddying, anything you could to get the money to go to the game. My mates were a mixture of reds and Blues. In those early days I wasn't allowed, nor could I afford to go to away games. There was no live games, no internet, I don't think local radio existed. I couldn't afford a transistor radio anyway.
If City were playing away the weekend was awful. You didn't even get to see the highlights unless we were the game selected for motd or Sundays big match. My red mates would be going to Old Trafford and try and talk me into going with them. I had one mate who had more money than the rest of us. I kid you not this kid had a savings account at 13. He did a milk and paper round and caddied too. He'd often offer to help with the cost or even pay me in if I paid my own bus fare. Therefore I went to a fair few games at Old Trafford.
Back then United had Best, Law, Charlton and most teams played exciting attacking football. As a kid going to games was the most exciting thing in your world. It's hard to get this across to people only used to the modern world, it was totally different back then.
For me Bobby Charlton was the one player at United I couldn't dislike. He always came across as a quiet decent gentleman and a great player. He was also instrumental in England winning the world cup. Such a sad end after a rich full life, dying as a result of a fall while in a care home suffering from dementia. Rest in peace Sir Bobby.