I don't know how to say this, but i have read this thread and been totally mixed up with different feelings. I am 48 now i started going to football matches with my Grandad and Dad and my Uncles and Cousins in about 1970, My Dad is from the potteries and has always been a Stoke City fan ( I went on loan to Port Vale when i played for Tranmere Rovers it broke his heart). My Grandad and most of my uncles supported Blose, 2 of my uncles and my cousins were Villa Supporters.We used to go to a game every week either Villa Park or the Sty, even as a three year old Villa Park always felt special, we always went on the bus and i remember walking up the hill at Bordesley towards the sty and feeling an overwhelming drudge feeling, it was always raining and the area around the ground was covered with rubble and glass, the ground itself resembled a scrap yard covered in wriggly tin and barbed wire.Villa Park was absolutely beautiful It had mosaics, Golden Lions and stained glass windows with neat claret and blue paint.I went through the 3rd division season taking huge amounts of stick from the Blue side of the family and the second division years I can still remember the shock on hearing the news that Vic Crowe had been sacked.Fortunately Sir William Dugdale had decided some bloke called Saunders was what was needed.My 2 hero's were Ray Graydon and Brian Little i was amazed by the way such a slight bloke like Brian Little could control a ball like it was glued to him in all that mud.My new hero was Andy Gray again I was knocked sideways when we flogged him to Wolves, I heard the news at school and when i got home that night my world fell apart, why had they done this?I suppose that Saunders Bloke knew what he was doing i now had 4 more heroes Jimmy Rimmer, Tony Moreley, Gary Shaw and Gordon Cowans.This was about the time i started going to the match on my own, meeting my cousins and mates up there, usually me or my cousins would mess about so that when the copper wasn't watching one of us could climb up the pipes from the toilet and go over the wall into the Holte, I always stood at the base of the V floodlight.12 years it took from 3rd Division to European Champions i still struggle to believe it happened I was 15 at the time.1983 i joined the army so did not get to go to villa park much, I was serving in Northern Ireland in 1987 and listened on the radio as much as i could to that season, when we were finally relegated i was on a jungle warfare course i was in a hammock type basha with the rain battering the poncho covering above when it came through on the world service, I blubbed like a baby European Champions to 2nd division in 5 years.when i left the army and finished playing football i settled back in Bromsgrove and started taking my family, i have not been since lerner appointed Mcleish, it was the final straw for me, i will go back but not till he sells, sorry can't go on anymore, to those that still go i send my respect and love, to those that cannot go anymore I understand sorry to ramble, thanks for listening