Its not who, my Dad was a blade, but when and where that converted me. My Dad used to take me to bum hole every other week, so i started going to Hillsborough with me mates to try it out. I was instantly struck with the atmosphere on the uncovered kop, sun or shine. Away supporters were also allowed on as well, which added to the fun.1966 was the year that really did it though, that F.A. Cup run was unreal. The semi final at Villa Park against the mighty Chelsea was one of my best experiences, the atmosphere was insane, everybody standing always created great moments. The coach journey home, wow, the headlines in the Green UN, OWLS DO IT !!! The Final, well i couldn,t get a ticket, so had to watch it at me mates house, we were all crying together that evening. When i started work we started following Weds. to away games. We went out on the lash and kipped in the back of a mates van till we sobered up enough to drive home the following day.
When it came to taking my sons, well one went to the other side and bigrbuk was hooked. We had season tickets during the 90,s which was probably the best it gets for quality team wise. Waddle, Hirst, Sheridan, Walker, Neilson, Bright, Warhust etc. 1993, 4 visits to Wembley, all good memories, but just look at the shambles now. ENOUGH IS ENOUGH CHANSIRI OUT !!!