I think what sparked my initial enthusiasm with Barnsley was my Dad getting excited about the team starting the 94/95 season quite well. It didn't last long. I saw Barnsley lose to Reading and thought they were a sack of 5h it. I told him so too. (Although if I'd swore I'd av' gotten a crack.) My Dad bought me a Spurs shirt. No Holsten sponsor because I was 10. Ditching Barnsley stuck for a few seasons. (Cup disappointment n' all). In fact it was a farrow period. Can remember a 2-2 with Sheffield United on goals on Sunday live. Time went on and I got into Pat Eddery and Willie Carson. (Not literally ). I was bigger than them. Didn't even have an interest in football. Was playing levey, tag, eating rhubarb sticking out of the fence in the allotment. Didn't have a care in the world. Then in August 1996 Barnsley won their first five games. My Dad was waxing lyrical I didn't give a monkeys. Then they lost at QPR and sumat changed. I was hooked. I was more bothered about a defeat because of my Dad saying this will be the year. He was right. I'm rambling now. Night.