sounds weird but i'm not sure I remember my first game, my Dad tells me it was Liverpool but I must have only been five... What I remember was a polystyrene seat my Dad made for me to sit on and raise me up, my brother being a little older took a cushion. These little things send me off into a day dream triggering other memories of where these were stored, the room in our old house etc... I then think back to my school days and a friend being signed and how he would offer me mid-week tickets after being given them in training. I would rush home at lunch, call my Dad at work to see if we could go... him pausing and saying "tell your Mother to get everything ready, we'll have to leave as soon as I get back". I remember going to a stack of games in 1991 and qualifying for semi-final tickets then driving up to the Lane, queuing for six hours to get tickets and the joy of securing them. Seeing that Gazza free kick and the reaction of the fans, including my Dad hugging strangers which was the first time I saw real emotion in him. My Dad now takes my Nephew and it makes me happy thinking he'll refer to Granddad when remembering football.
So, the Lane holds some pretty emotional memories for me and many others and i'm proud to have been a part of it in some way.
This my friends is why football is great!