No family affiliations but 'cos I was football mad, a bloke my dad knew from the pub offered to take me to MR, 1st game in the open corner by the North stand was sunny, the fans were great, funny as fuck, passed from one pair of shoulders to another, we beat Spurs and scored 4 :)
The next week me and a mate, unknown to our parents, hopped on a bus to OT. It rained, it was a shit match but most of all the Stretford End was full of tossers, accents I couldn't understand and shoving a pair of little kids out of the way. Wasn't a difficult decision for me, my mate who hadn't been to MR never got into football, go fig.