Brentford.

When I told my Dad (an Everton fan) that I wanted to get into football, he took me to watch Brentford. It finished a dull 0-0.

My Mum was in the process of moving us to Kings Lynn, so I decided I would support Norwich. They'd be local, they wore a silly spotty kit and I'd just listened to West Ham against Norwich on a battered little red radio that we had, which finished 3-3 (My brother supports West Ham, like our Grandad, who was convinced that my brother was born 'blowing bubbles').

Just after I started following Norwich, they sold all their players and, at the end of the season, got relegated. By this point, my Mum had seen a house in Dorset she liked and we moved down there instead.

The kids at my new school asked who I supported, I said Norwich and they all thought it weird that I supported a rubbish second-division side but would always think of me whenever they saw the results on the telly. I liked being unusual so it stuck.

Posted By: tim berry, Sep 3, 22:35:08