Boxing Day 1989 - Aston Villa 3-0 Man Ure. I was 14 years old and my much older brother took me. He was a Villa fan as was my old man, but neither used to go much. I was an Albion fan of sorts, due to the fact that my cousins were all Baggies and I used to tag along with them from when I was a nipper. Weirdly, despite the fact that I was born in Aston and lived there until I was 12 and the fact that my dad and older brother were Villa, I’d never been bothered up until that first game against Man Ure.
I’m quite lucky really though, my paternal grandfather and all my uncles were bluenoses and the only reason my dad started to follow the Villa, was to irritate his brothers! Thank goodness!!
I’ve got two sons, 14 and 19 years old and neither were given a choice! I’ve taken them with me regularly since they were both about 3 years old, in fact I took the eldest along for a Xmas match tucked inside my fleece jacket, when he was about 12 months old! Happy days! Unfortunately the youngest had only ever seen us crap!