BY KIERAN POOLE / @kieranpoole14
Being born and raised in Hong Kong, you might expect me to have a rather distant relationship with Arsenal. I never really chose the team. My Grandad, who was born and raised in North London, did that for me a long time before I was born, thereby by beginning what will hopefully be a long line of Gooners. If it wasn’t for him there’s a good chance I wouldn’t love the Arsenal as much as I do.
Following Arsenal was more of an interest than a passion; the time difference restricting my viewing of any matches to the occasional early kick-off before my bedtime. It slowly built up though and by the age of 10 I had reached the point where I would wake up at 3am to listen to pre-season matches against Austrian village teams just to hear how a rather promising Spanish youth player was progressing.
In November 2005, my Dad was about to head off on his annual four day trip to England to visit his mum when he told me that I was coming as well. Jumping at the chance to miss a few days of school, I travelled without actually knowing or really wondering why I’d been invited.