My first match the old man took me to I was 7 years old, Ipswich at home 1970.
The old man used to park the car in or around Lots Rd, where Chelsea Harbour is located now, wasn't called Chelsea Harbour back then, think it was a power plant. Walked to the ground through the streets of the old prefab homes, which my dad told me is where Alan Hudson grew up. We queued up at the Shed End main turnstiles, and as the queue for the 'Boy's Entrance' was so long I stood in the Adult queue, and was lifted and passed over the turnstile when the old man paid.
Once inside we climbed what seemed to be the never ending concrete stairs. With every few steps the noise of the crowd got louder and louder. The smell of the hamburgers and hot dogs and then Bovril in the air, as we reached the top of stairs. "Peanuts, peanuts, roasted peanuts", you could hear from the sellers with the wooden trays hanging from around their necks. I was tingling with excitement as I looked out over the ground, for the first time. I was hooked. Looked at the North Stand at the other end of the ground, The Shed was to my left with all the chanting, and to the right, near the old concrete flood light stand in the corner, is where my dad met 4/5 of his friends. All throughout the game I was looking over at The Shed, just wishing. Muck fe I will never forget that day, and to make it all the more memorable we won 2-1 with Hudson scoring the goal that never was.
From that moment on I went regularly with my dad until I was 14 and was allowed to go on my own, hello The Shed, happy days !!