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First match was Kenya vs Mauritius in Nairobi, I was around 14. Kenya won like 4-0 which was shocking to me because Kenya sucks at football. I remember the football guy (some guy covered in white chalk running around crazy, he's a feature of the kenyan football crowds), the whole acrobatic act, and dancers. It was very fun to go.
Aberdeen v Heart of Midlothian 1986 Scottish Cup Final , Aberdeen won 3-0 . My dad took me and being a Hearts fan never spoke to me on the 190 mile journey back home it didn't help they lost the league to Celtic the week before.
15 January 1972, third round of FA Cup, Swindon Town vs Arsenal, 0-2.
Swindon, then of the old third division, had created history back in 1969, by beating Arsenal 3-1 after extra time in the final of the League Cup, held at Wembley.
This was the first time they had met since that final.
I was 10, and the follow season I became a Rotherham season ticket holder. Now 12 years on, I still am. We haven't had an FA Cup night since then. Evident today
For me it was Portsmouth v West Ham, about a million years ago, I don't remember if it was the old First Division, Second, or whatever.
I had begun seeing this girl, and her brother, dad, and uncle were West Ham supporters, and then some.
They, particularly her brother, were leaning heavily on me to go to the first game of the season, at Fratton Park, but I had as much interest in soccer as I had in quantum physics, and was stubbornly resisting.
The girl, with whom I was gradually progressing from 1st., 2nd. through to 3rd. base, said, "If you ever want the remotest chance of closing the deal, you'll go with my brother, dad, and uncle to that game."
As I was around 17, or 18, at the time, my hormones overruled my desire to avoid travelling to the game.
I duly went, spent a miserable afternoon surrounded by nutters singing "Bubbles", and have no recall of who won, or what the score was, neither did I care.
The kicker was, pardon the pun, that when I next took the girl out, we went to a mid-week hop in some scouts hut in East Ham, where a friend of my girl made no secret of the fact that she 'fancied' me, we went out to the back of the hut where we 'got busy', then she went back and told her friend, my girl.
So, not unreasonably, I got severely dumped, and never made it to home base after all, but I still cast an inquisitive eye on West Ham's results every weekend.
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. My dad took me and being a Hearts fan never spoke to me on the 190 mile journey back home 
it didn't help they lost the league to Celtic the week before.
