I grew up in Brentford but was Liverpool mad (like everybody else, as somebody else mentioned) until I was 7 when my old man took me to stand in the glorious Royal Oak in 1976 vs Chesterfield. He didn't like football so it was the only time, We won 3-1 & I loved it.
The old fella died that summer so couldn't go again until I was 10 when I was allowed to go with my mate. We allways stood at the back of the Royal Oak. I remember the atmosphere against Portsmouth
thinking the kop can't be as good as this.
We started going to fairly local away games when we were 11. Telling our mum's that we were going to QPR, bunking the train & getting a b*ll*cking for getting home late.
Since then it's become something that I have no choice about.. Once Brentford.. Allways Brentford.
I sat in the kop for the first time last year (with England not the scouse monkeys). It was good but I was right when I was 10.