I was eight year’s old. I cant remember the exact date or even what night of the week my first game was on but I know we where playing Liverpool and I was sitting with my Mam in The North Stand. I was a long way from home being born and bread in Newcastle and the trip down although routine now, seemed to take forever. The first thing that springs to my mind when I think back was the smell and the hustle and bustle as people snaked along roads and allyways making there way to the ground. I can remember seeing the flood lights and I knew that lights that big had to be for something special something very important. I regret that i cant remember many details of the game that followed I know we 2-1 and was some what bemused at all the excitement when we scored. The one single thing that sticks in my mind the most about that evening was being sat on a wall on a walkway in the Noth Stand by my Mam and people walking past smiling at me and patting my head everybody laughing and sininging. I had never seen so many happy people in one place at one time. I felt like i belonged, even though i’m a geordie i’m one of the family and always will be i know i am i’m sure i am C.T.I.D. One Love.