My Dad took me to Maine Road for my first game in 1985 against Southampton when I was seven years old. We left the ground 5 mins before the end as we always did to beat the traffic! I hated that! We won the game 1-0 and we missed the goal scored by David Philips,apparently? In school the next day I told everybody that we had scored against Peter Shilton as I thought he was a great keeper. I never told them I missed the goal though? That was the first time I ever felt that unbelievable rush of pride and excitement when MY TEAM ran onto the pitch. I was completely hooked from then on, thank you Dad.