Probably John Quinn when my mum took me to his shop for my first Wednesday kit. Assuming that was him in there. I was only about 6.
But if not, then my first was Mel Sterland. He used to live on our street when I was a kid and although I never saw him out and about other than in his car, I desperately wanted to meet him.
One Sunday afternoon - the world snooker final was on the telly I remember that - I went and stood outside his house for 15 minutes staring at him watching the tv . He got up, opened the front door and glared at me so I trotted up his path and asked for his autograph. He obliged, bless him and off I went.
I’m still embarrassed about it now FFS. If you’re reading this Mel, I’m sorry mate.