Mine was in March 1963 v Stoke aged 5. My dad took me along, not because he was an Argyle supporter, but becasue Stoke had a great lineup that day, including Stanley Matthews. We lost 1 - 0, but I'll never forget standing by the green railings at the side of the pitch on the Lyndhurst side (near the spot Umbrella Vi used to occupy) in awe and amazement at my first professional football match - not really understanding a lot, but the atmosphere was phenomenal and the football electric, hooking me from then on.
Dad passed away yesterday, we did see some great games at HP together with so many great memories.
Dad passed away yesterday, we did see some great games at HP together with so many great memories.