I discovered football in 1985.
By the age of six, lots of the other boys in my class had already selected a team to support. A few had plumped for Ipswich Town, East Anglia’s big club back then, with Bobby Robson at the helm. Many others had gone for glory, backing the almighty Liverpool.
Since my favourite colour was red, Liverpool ought to have been a contender. But from what I’d seen, their red had a kind of orangey hue – and I wasn’t fond of their badge. What’s more, they were just too obvious; I preferred the idea of rooting for an underdog. Which is how – though few later would believe it – I alighted on Manchester United.
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