I wasn’t even wearing red. My first ever match at Highbury, and I wasn’t even wearing red. It was a great match, a 5-3 win over Charlton Athletic in August 2000, days before I started secondary school.
That was the ‘hello’ moment they had me at. I didn’t realise there were that many other people who loved them too. I didn’t realise that I’d ever be OK with standing up and shouting and screaming when we scored a goal. Nor that the pitch was that take-your-breath-away beautiful.
How was I to know they’d become as big a part of my life as they have? How were my mates to know they’d have to start making allowances for my new difficult boyfriend the Arsenal?