11th April 1962. My late dad took me with his best mate, also sadly not with us any more. It was a wednesday night floodlit match and we played Birmingham City. I was 8 years old and so excited I couldn’t speak. We walked up through one of the old tunnels in the Kippax and thats when I saw it. I had never seen grass looking so green. The cigarette smoke was pouring up into the night sky. We lost 4 – 1 and I cried all the way home. I was hooked and have been ever since. The Saturday after we beat Villa and everything was alright again.