I'd been going (unofficially) since I was 6/7, used to jib the turnstile, lived facing the Maine stand (the outside not the kippax), then I became official 88/89... Pestered my dad to fuck off his mate, think he's hated me ever since lol...
As an 8/9 year old my old man took me everywhere, home and away (when we could), his drinking buddy at the city club and still to this day, however, he's one of the old school victor meldrews who saw the 'great sides' of 60s and 70s and never shut up about it (: - I mean when I'm worshipping tricky Ricky Holden, so slow he made Ron Kovic look fast without his wheelchair, he'd laugh, oh how he'd laugh....
They were all shite compared to today, but they were our shite and I wouldn't of had it any other way.....