I can remember my dad taking me. I can remember wearing a thick coat, gloves, a homemade knitted red scarf and bobble hat. I can remember it was a rubbish 0-0 and cold, I can remember I was in seating in one of the side stands, low down quite close to the pitch. Unfortunately I can't remember who we were playing, but it was either Aston Villa or West Ham because of the colours. It came as a bit of a shock it wasn't as exciting as the games on Match of the Day, Shoot or the Cup Final, although the whole adventure, the journey, the crowds, the noise, that was.