Great stuff mate. Similar for me, first games with my dad, uncles and cousins. Me and the cousins at the front because we were smallest. Everyone swaying in the crowd. As a bairn it was the floodlights that got me. My dad could only come night games due to work in my early years but those were always the best ones. What a time it was.nice story, thank you, the best memory for me was me dad putting me on his shoulders with loads of uncles around me ,chanting haway the lads, and roaring, it was mesmerising.
