I first watched County as an awe-struck six-year-old in 1948. My dad had no interest in football, so I was taken along by family friends. I still recall the crowds on Castle Street as we headed along to the family haberdashery shop there. We crowded into the shop's back room, full of expectation before heading down to the queues snaking along the streets.
My place was at the front against the barrier in the old shed at the Cheadle End. It was all about the atmosphere and I remember very little of the match itself apart from my passionate appeal for a penalty. Was it given? I've no idea. So many things have been lost in the mists of time.
Whatever! I was hooked - and have been for the rest of my life. That's what football does to people.
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