I was only 5 the first time I went to a home city match.
I know its very young to remember but Ill never forget it! My Dad and uncle Tez came home Saterday afternoon, they had been working that morning. They told me they were taking me to Maine Road. Well to say I was excited would be putting it mildly!! It was then that my Mother told me I must have something to eat then we could go.
As I dashed into the fridge I just seemed to grab the first thing that was available which was a opened can of pineapple. The metal lid was sticking up and as I grabed the can I sliced my finger. There was blood everywhere and my mother saying “God we will have to go to the hospital”! Thats when I started to cry and roll around in pain!! To stop my screaming and crying my mum agreed to bandage up my finger and let me go to the match! We palyed Liverpool and got beat! 4-0 I think.
But it was a great day.