I don't support a team, not a big fan at all, never have been.
However, things did change a few years ago after I met and became good friends with a Man Utd supporter! Since that time I've watched a game or two on the box with him and I have to say I always enjoy the experience.
Funnily enough, on Friday I was asked by my Head if I would escort our school's 5 aside football team to a tournament, she had double booked and couldn't make the trip. To be quite honest the request didn't appeal to me at all but of course I said 'yes' because I wanted to help out.
I had to make my own way to the venue and got hopelessly lost (turning up fifteen minutes late) but thankfully I hadn't missed a game. It wasn't long before I'd gathered a little valuable information: no off side rule, no swapping ends due to the matches only lasting eight minutes.
I listened carefully to the yelling supporters and soon found myself joining in, shouting "Mark him!", "Aw ref!" and "Go on my son!" (not). I even doubled up as physio and applied some vaseline to a nasty scrape (I discovered astro turf 's a bugger if you're unfortunate enough to meet it with your knees).
It turned out to be a great afternoon for us, winning the league, quarter finals, semi finals and final, an event that hadn't happened in a long while. I felt really chuffed and was more than glad to have been there and seen their big win.
Today I was asked if I could accompany the lads to the next stage in the game, apparently I've been adopted as their lucky mascot! This time round I didn't hesitate to say 'Yes' and nearly cheered 'Bring it on!' (do they say that in football?!)
I might find out who the opposing teams are and get my Man Utd friend to pen some chants for me!