BY DAVID LINTOTT / @davidlintott
I was born an Arsenal fan, way back in June 1989. I had no choice in the matter, it was foisted upon me by my uncle who, within minutes of my arrival into the world, sped round to my parent’s house and stuck an ‘Arsenal Supporter’s Room’ plaque on my bedroom door. Unlike most contemporaries in my decaying seaside hometown Eastbourne, there was to be no Man United glory-hunting or Chelsea-come-lately-ing for me.
My formative ball-kicking years were spent reimagining myself as Ian Wright with school friends in the playground, or alone in my depleted back garden…much to my dad’s chagrin. I was made to wait until I was 7-years-old before my dad took me to see my first match at Highbury, presumably as penance for my grass-ravaging sins.
I finally saw Arsenal in the flesh on 12 April 1997 from the North Bank, when Arsenal faced Martin O’Neill’s Leicester City. It had been a long time coming, but it was well worth the wait: Tony Adams opened the scoring with a diving header before David Platt sealed a routine 2-0 victory mid-way through the second half.