Don't know whether to class myself a fanatic or a lunatic. I'll let you decide.
I didn't fall in love with the Boro immediately, I fell in love with the atmosphere at AP. The what seemed to be zillions of flat caps and their cigarette smoke
rising up to the floodlights. The magnificent green grass and the rising volume of noise and being there with my Dad. The smell emanating from the bogs
and the urine stained wall in the boys end that we climbed over when I was old enough to go by myself or with friends. An experience totally new to me.
It was the promotion winning Oxford match which put me over the edge.
How over the edge must one be to have a photo of Willie Whigham plastered on their bedroom wall?
It was cruel of my parents to return to Oz after an unsuccessful 3 years we had had when I was a bit younger. I was now in love with the Boro and now I was
put in the same situation that my father had put himself into previously and that was to be eagerly awaiting the newspaper cuttings and the pink sports gazette
to arrive from England from my Nan. At that time football was scoffed at by the aussies so their was little interest in the sport never mind the Boro.
When I got married in 74 I bought a brand new, enormous 3 in 1 stereogramme with LW and SW radio. The only match on the radio was the match of the day
broadcast in SW. The signal was so weak but I found that if I put my arm around the back of the unit and touched the aerial it would increase the volume by
a decibel or two.
Usual kick off here is around midnight and it was always a must that we be home by then and today it still is.
My wife came into the loungeroom and asked what the hell was I doing being scrunched up next to one of the speakers with my arm up the *rse end of the radio.
When I told her that I was listening to the BBC world service and that the Boro weren't on and I was simply waiting for them to go round the grounds for half time
scores. She looked at me in total disbelief and I knew then, on the spot, that she was thinking what sort of deadsh*t had she married.
Little did she know, that all, our future trips to England would revolve around where the Boro were playing.
It got to the stage that whilst in the planning of our next trip, she would ask where was the Boro playing during our holiday so she could work out where we would
likely visit. It used to anger her when sometimes I had to say I don't know, the fixtures aren't out yet.
Yes I returned to England for the Chelsea and Leicester cup finals.
I was there for the opening of the Riverside with my Dad v Chelsea.
Yes I convinced a lot of my workmates on the Sydney harbour bridge to follow the Boro. I used to tell them how could you not, you've been working here for
yonks with the word Middlesbrough plastered all over the place and I know that you're thick but surely even you can't forget that name
And yes, my whole life revolves around them.
I reckon a 10 and Superfan status, her indoors would also give me a 10 but that would be under the heading of Super ****.
Love and best wishes to all Boro fans around the world.
Stay safe.
UTB