When I was a kid I was footie mad, I was the only one in the family who liked football, mom and dad didn't follow it neither did my brother or sister. Only problem was I didn't follow a specific team I just watched anyone and everyone on tv.
Then one year on boxing day my dad said go and get ready your going out, I had no idea where. He took me to his mates house and left me, a taxi came and picked us up, next thing I know I was at Villa Park front row of the holte holding onto the fence.
We played Man Utd and beat them 3-0, what a day!!!
Thanks dad r.i.p