Like most kids who grew up in suburban London in 1970s and 80s I supported Liverpool for no good reason other than they won everything.
In the school playground I was all ears when my pals boasted of visits to West Ham, Chelsea and Crystal Palace watching the likes of Billy Bonds, Clive Walker and Vince Hilaire.
But, in the closing months of 1980 I’d taken as much as I could handle.
I wanted a piece of the action too so I badgered my dad into submission and he finally agreed to take me to a proper match for the first time.
I felt somewhat deflated when he told me where I was going to watch my all-important first ever match.
“Sutton United,” I said dismissively, “Who are they?”
Once through the turnstiles I was hooked, despite my new found team playing in the rather odd colours of amber and brown.
I can’t remember who won that afternoon, but I was sufficiently impressed to want to return for the next home match. At the end of the 1980/81 season Sutton made it to Wembley for the final of a competition I’d never heard of before, the FA Trophy.
Despite losing 1-0 to a last-gasp goal from Bishop’s Stortford I wanted more of football's big time.
Little did I realise that over the next thirty-odd years my Sutton United adventure would take in such wonderful places as Runcorn, Bishop Auckland and Wivenhoe with the odd FA Cup upset along the way.
Yes, thanks to my love of Sutton I have a treasure trove of magical memories including getting attacked by a mob at Merthyr Tydfil, head-butted at Barnet and being pelted with coins at Lincoln.
Ah football, you wouldn't have it any other way, would you.
In August 2010, 30 years after my first game, a thing called the internet was in common use, so I decided to utilise it start writing a blog about Sutton and the wider world of football.
Other loves in my life like Brooke Shields, Belinda Carlisle, Carol Vorderman and Emma Bunton have all come and gone in my life over the years, but one thing has remained constant, and always will do, my love for Sutton United.