My grandfather, who died in 1962, had a season ticket at the Lane and at Hillsborough, in the summer he played cricket, golf, bowls, and anything else that occurred to him - his greatest love was fishing, he taught me to fish.
He followed Yorkshire around the county, watched Millhouses on a Sunday, shutting his bakery early if Yorkshire were at the Lane, dragging me with him whenever and wherever he could. My old man had no interest in football, so the old boy made sure that my sporting education was completed watching United - he never took me to Hillsborough, making sure I was brought up right.
I’ve got several photos of him fishing, and I suppose these showed him at his happiest, but I wish there was some way to tell him that he has a brick in the Lane wall, he’d be well chuffed, to use one of his favourite sayings.