I was nine approaching ten and was taken to the CITY, Sheff United game by my father.

We won 2.0 and I remember sitting on the cold wooden seats of Platt Lane behind the goal, drinking hot chocolate from his flask and eating meat spread butties.

I couldn’t believe that we were watching the actual same players I saw on Match of the Day!

My father has since sadly passed away, but I’ll always have the memory that day.
Always

Go-on-the-blues I can still here him shout when I take my boys.