Sssshhh whisper, football's not my game, martwolves.
But I can tell you the first memory I have of a football game which was in the middle of December at the beginning of the sixties.
My father and cousin took me to watch a "Third Lanark" (Glasgow) game against, well, who knows?
I was too frozen to care. I remember on the way back home in the car my cousin said, don't worry it will soon heat up. Took about 15 minutes for the candle flame of a heater to even start showing any signs of heat, and I still couldn't shift the icicles from my by then swollen red bulbous nose.
I'll never ever forget it, and I never went to another game. I think that must be why my father disowned me.
Not what you wanted to read but....still, it's a small contribution to your thread that no doubt will prove rather popular.
Willie.
Ooops, ps,
I tell a lie, I did go to another match. I was in Oxford with a pal of mine later on in the sixties,
I was obviously a bit older by then and sadly, rather tipsy. We had a good sing-song though.
Best wishes for your thread. :thumbup: