My father owned his own pottery business which was quite successful down south and he wanted to try up north a bit, as usual my mother protested but he got his own way and we were moving up to Uttoxeter in Staffordshire. So how did the Tigers come into this equation?

My older brother was the key, at the age of 9 I went to my first Tigers game with him, can't remember who it was against and when (1986 was the year, can't remember the date!) but that 80 minutes of 30 blokes and a referee moving a ball about was a changing point for sure.

Since that age, I tried to go to as many games as possible under my parents permission, as a teenager, I spent my time loving Deano instead of various members of Take That.

I had to admit that rugby was very addictive (and I was 16 when i thought that, not 9, if I had thought it then, I might not have been so into rugby as an adult). At the age of 18, i had my first season ticket, courtesy of my parents and it has been re-newed every year since then.

Of course times have changed since then, I'm moving into Gloucester with my boyfriend (A Glaws fan I'm afraid to say) but I've always been on the terraces much to his disgust!! I hate cliched stories about a happy ending but this one has it, imagine if I hadn't moved!! I'd be going out with a surfer running a gift shop somewhere in Cornwall!!

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