My dad got two tickets for the League Cup game and said that I could only go if my cousin Bev would sit with me. I was 12 and she was a couple of years older. The tickets were for the North Stand Block T, while my dad was sat in his usual seat in the Main Stand and therefore thought it would be better to have someone older with me. It was absolutely fantastic and I’ve hardly missed a home game since! Four goals, and I think most of them were at our end! I was hooked. Even though I don’t seem to remember being among a packed block of supporters, the atmosphere was exhilirating. Denis Tueart became our instant hero. The whole night was glorious, from setting off in the car, walking to the ground, going through the turnstiles and cheering the players coming out, watching the football and joining in the songs, the half-time opportunity to tucking into some food, just brilliant. The only disappointing thing was that the final whistle went and it was time to go home! I still feel like that today (mostly). My dad followed up that ticket with several others, but I missed out on Wembley on February 28, 1976. He bought me my first season ticket and thought it was just a phase I was going through. It’s a really long phase which I don’t think has an expiry date. Come on you Blues!