I suppose my first away game was at Hillsborough but I cannot recall a year. Didn't go to the one referred to earlier when Sherman got a brace.
First away game from Sheffield was the Leeds quarter final in 1968. After beating West Ham away in the previous round I really felt that 1968 would be our year and I could look forward to my first ever Wembley visit.
Unfortunately we lost and the only thing I had to look forward to was my first ever relegation.
Never fail to let you down.
We've a lot in common. "First away game" is a subject that comes up quite a lot and this is a previous post I made on the subject:
"My first away game ever was at Wednesday on March 12, 1966, a 2-2 draw. I was seven and went on my own!
It seems unbelievable now but my dad (who had virtually stopped going to matches by then) took me to the ground in the car and we went to a South Stand turnstile together. He paid for me to go in and then he went off to Firth Park to visit his mother, my grandmother. He told me where to be after the match and he picked me up there.
We did exactly the same thing later that year on September 24, another 2-2 draw.
The next Hillsborough Derby was on January 6, 1968. I was nine by this point and clearly didn't need any more mollycoddling because he just ran me down to Meadowhead, gave me the bus fare and the price of entry and told me to take care, and then I got either a 42 or 53 bus straight through to the ground. I sat in the stand behind the Leppings Lane goal and saw another draw, this time 1-1. Eleven days before this, on Boxing Day 1967, I'd gone with my uncle to Hillsborough to see Leeds play Wednesday. He lived in Leeds by then and did some work for Radio Leeds and some one had given him a stand ticket. He asked if I wanted to go and paid for me to stand on the Leppings Lane end in a crowd of 51055. It ended either 0-0 or 1-0 to Leeds but I remember being as interested in the electronic scoreboard regularly flashing up goals from our game at Southampton, a 3-3 draw. Again, he simply told me where to be after the game but, looking back, I'm a bit surprised my dad hadn't taken me down to Pond Street and given me the fare to Southampton instead.
My first away game anywhere other than Hillsborough was that FA Cup quarter-final at Leeds on March 30, 1968. It was my tenth birthday. I went with a bloke from across the road who took me to all our home games at the time. His son, about four years older than me, also went together with a schoolmate of his. We all had tickets to different parts of the ground so we split up and simply arranged a place to meet afterwards. I can't remember much about the match itself but I do have a recollection that I was on a really massive bank of terracing and I struggled to see one end of the pitch. The crowd was 48322.
I appreciate I'm beginning to sound like a bit of a Billy No Mates but I don't think any of the other kids who I used to stand with at home matches were allowed to go to away matches at this stage. If my parents were ever worried about me going, I certainly wasn't aware of it.
The first away game I remember going to where any of my own friends were there was Mansfield away in the FA Cup third round on January 4, 1969. Another neighbour took me and three or four others in his car. Tudor put us a goal up but Mansfield came back to win 2-1. Dudley Roberts scored at least one of their goals. I remember a wall collapsing at one end and United supporters spilling on to the pitch and I also remember Tony Currie was the sub as he was coming back from illness/injury and the fans were calling for him to come on for what felt like ages.
Finally, I got to go to an away match outside Sheffield with no adult involvement on February 24, 1973. I went with a lad from school to Leicester City, a 0-0 draw. Jim Bone made his debut. Tom McAlister made a brilliant save from an Alan Birchenall shot and Peter Shilton took an enormous amount of stick from United supporters on the away end, which was very close to the pitch. We were singing "the monkey wants a banana" to the tune of "for he's a jolly good fellow" and he didn't like it one bit.
As others have said, I would never have let my own kids go to matches on their own at the same age. They were very different times."