Uncle Nicholas took me to my first football match a very long time ago now. My grandparents lived in Wrexham and only a short walk to the Racecourse ground.

My I remember Uncle Nic telling me not to expect a Liverpool like game. Even so it was exciting enough. I think the opponents were Ipswich.

I dont remember how, perhaps through excited jumping about I managed to bang my head on one of the metal terrace bars. As I stood there with blood trickling down my fod, Uncle Nicholas told me it looked like O Positive.

Then I was taken to the Saint John's Ambulance station where they put a bandage on my head. All made for a memorable first football match.

Nicholas was always nice to me.