My First Football Match

Pretty much anyone who knows me would vouch for the fact that I'm a bit of a tomboy and have been from an early age.  I've never been one for wearing skirts, I have a severe aversion to pink, I've always liked cars and Top Gear, so it's a bit surprising that I've never found myself overly interested in football - having said that, I am fully aware of what the off-side rule is!
It isn't even as if I've never watched a match, it's just that I'd never been to one, even though I had pestered my dad at least once a year to take me to a live game, any game... even a Port Vale one.
My dad, uncle and cousin have been supporters of 'The Vale' for quite some time having lived in Stoke-on-Trent for a large proportion of their lives, and in my dad and uncles case having lived within 10 minutes walk of their home ground.  I admit that over the last 20 years I've gently ribbed them on a regular basis about the state of Vale's reputation, feeling that as I was brought up in Leamington/Shropshire that I was as far away as possible from having any connection with a team that had such a big propensity to lose... a lot.
As we got out of the car I felt rather excited, giddy even