Some of us are afflicted by supporting some sports team or other! It's rarely rational or logical, it just kind of happens!

As a lad, brought up in Birmingham, the no 53 'bus took you 2 miles to St Andrews, Birmingham City's ground, the no 11, took a bit longer to Villa Park. I visited both, as deep down, born in Leeds, I was an United fan.

Forty years ago, I came to Lancashire & pretty soon found myself standing on the Blackburn End or with girlfriend to become wife, sitting on the Riverside.

Kids came along & so did season tickets, we now have four in a line, roughly where my former girlfriend, now elevated & I used to sit in the old rickety Riverside. We love it!

We loved the Play Off Final at Wembley, 1992? And THE day of course at Anfield in 1995! FA semi final despair & League Cup success! We flew as guests of the club to Cardiff that year. The League Cup sat next to me on the 'plane journey back!

We've also enjoyed fish & chips in Cleethorpes & trips to Port Vale, Burslem, I think.

Does the match matter? We start off around the same time, take the same route, have the same routine, sit in the same order, have the same banter, analyse the game collectively, the same...does it matter...it's all about the Craic, isn't it?

When quite little, my two met Shearer & Sutton when they came to the town hall to switch on the Christmas lights. They sat on the same settees in the Mayor's Parlour over awed & dumbstruck! (The kids!).

Best player? Alan Shearer of course? Best value player? Gordon Cowans, Super Mark Atkins? Best goalie? Jones, Flowers, Mimms?

We are still Uncle Jack's Barmy Army! Even if the place is owned by the distanced, non-engaged Raos.

We have friends who support Burnley, I wish them well if they get promoted. Last time they got promoted, I secretly sent best wishes to Barry Kilby, but only if they kept it quiet.

So does it matter? It's about the experience, the journey!

What's your best memories of supporting sport?