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Autumn 1966, 12 years old, England were world champions, and a mate of mine at WBGS said his dad had a spare complimentary ticket for a home game, did I want to go. Ok I said, and we were in the old Halfords Lane. I can't remember what the weather was like, but it was against Stoke City so it was probably miserable, and of course we lost 1-0 through a John Ritchie goal. I went to tons of games the next few seasons, home games with my school mates, away games on my own on organised coach trips. It opened up a new world for me, and I couldn't imagine supporting anyone else.