I bet your dad was the same mate, at least I hope so.
When I was five or six he would come in from work have a cup of tea and then take me for a walk over the allotments down Clatchy rocks and back home, then have his tea, couldn’t ask for a better dad than that. I was born in 1953, first match at Roker park 1956/7 didn’t even know why I was there, spent most of the time sticking a lolly stick down the cracks in the concrete, couple of years later had my own rattle and board with ropes on so I could watch the match. Brilliant times.
Ps, reading that again brought tears to my eyes