Walking down to the ground for the final match of the season 1965-1966 having gained promotion, this was a celebration my dad was allowing me to go to the holy grail of soccer. I can still feel the excitement of going into the programme shop on Upper Lloyd Street to buy the blue star badges of our heroes that adorned our self- decorated camouflaged jackets we wore then. Then the match – a boring 0-0 draw, but so what, our heroes had got back to the top once more. As the final whistle went, onto the field we ran it was an awesome feeling and I’ve followed them ever since along with my family who are all season ticket holders.