My first football memory was watching my Uncle Peter's Going Up video from ITV. I must've watched it 50 times. My first actual game memory was Juventus v Liverpool in May 1985, great start to football in my mind. The first time I'd ever been to a match was Liverpool's first away game after Heysel at SJP. Some woman knitted me a dippers scarf along the street from me mams, I didn't have it on as it was so warm. Anyway it was 0-0 at half time, and the noise was frightening, proper frightening, 7 year old sat in the West Stand old wooden seats with my sister who was 15, and me fatha. We were brown as berries having just jumped off a plane from Cyprus the day before. 0-0 at HT. Every time we had a corner, the 6,000 in the wooden West Stand would stamp their feet, the noise was terrifying. The all of a sudden at the Gallowgate, the shite George Reilly swooped in to make it 1-0. WAAAAAAAAAAAAH, I'd never experienced anything like it, cuddling me dad with nerves as the noise was insane. It finished 1-0, I'll never forget it irrespective of having half a heed these days. I got abused off all the kids in the street that night, so I decided there and then that night I wasn't supporting Liverpool anymore. I decided to support Man City, which was my second ever game, the toon won 3-1, we were in the West Stand again, and after that I thought fuck it....I'm supporting the toon!