Love at first sight, losing to the barcodes at Wembley. Only went to home games until I left school then home and away until a kid next to me on the kippax had his cheek split open during the derby the year the rags were relegated . Dodging bricks at stoke, being threatened by the police getting back to the station at Leeds, chased by the red dippers with Stanley knives, in the end I thought fuck it. The bananas were the catalyst for my return to MR ( sounds daft typing this ) but the ironic banter made up for the crap we had to endure on the pitch and the inflatables only added to the occasion.
It's an old cliche that you should never go back, but i'm glad I did, as Elvis sang a long time ago
"You were always on my mind"