I never went to ayresome park until probably 92 and only went to a couple of games there.
My dad hated footy, my mam thought every fan got killed by flying darts.
It wasn't until senior school I really got into it with the lads. Numerous home games with various aways on the ra-ras, normally losing. Liverpool 5-1, newcastle 3-1, a really wet day at the baseball ground and the relegation at Leeds being the stand out points.
I remember thinking 'just leave the little fella alone deano.' What a sad day.
More success when we got back up and then off to serve big queen lizzie.
In Germany for the cup win.
In Iraq for the euro dream (although I managed to save enough cans of strong bow to drown a Iraqi battalion. And I needed it that night. What a lesson we got).
Back home to boro and a few years of the odd game here, odd game there then back on it when my boy was old enough.
City and United in the cup games stands out, on the pitch against Brighton then great days out at Leicester and west ham in the premier league.
Some of the days out we've had are second to none. He's not yet left school and he's 30 odd grounds in.
Theres good times and bad but I'll always follow the boro and so will my boy. That will never change. Managers and players will come and go but once it's got you your in for the long haul.
Remember... you've got to experience the bad to really appreciate the good.