The first year I started going. My Dad worked Saturdays so my first game was against Newcastle. It was rammed in the Beech Rd so my Dad lifted us on to the pitch and we walked around the ground to go in the top corner of the Cockoo Lane/Osler Road! Had no idea that this wasn't the sort of thing people did!!! Got spat at by Newcastle fans but squirted a tomato sauce bottle through the fence to get our own back!!!
Went to the Leeds game and sat in the Beech Road, randomly next to Ian Botham!!! Got chased down Headington hill by a load of Leeds fans after the game who had smashed the back window out of their coach.
Then we missed the first Man Utd game but went to the second replay and could barely see as we were again crammed into the Beech Road. What I remember most was being so excited after getting the winner but feeling how anxious everyone was around.
It honestly felt like we would never lose and as I missed the Everton game, I maintained a 100% record until we were in Div 1!!!
Sadly those days are gone and defeat has become far too common - but it is those experiences that keep me coming back no matter how bad we are!!!!