My next-door neighbour gave me and my father the tickets for Newcastle United in
December 1967 as an early Christmas present. We watched Liverpool. As it was
wintertime the terraces were very icy and I nearly fell. At half-time we went for a
meal; me and my father had hotdogs. My father tried to put ketchup on his hotdog
but it also went on his coat.
After the match we went to look at the supporters’ shop and bought a scarf. On the
way home, my father and I discussed the match. We travelled by United bus No. 56
with the rest of the supporters. During the match I was all excited and I was waving
my rattle about.
I still support Newcastle United but do not go as the crowd trouble put me off for
When I went to the match I wore my black and white shirt and scarf.