The thing will get me is the people missing, and im sure its the same for you all
I was 7 when my grandad first took me, and what a game, the Huckerby goal against United. I was hooked from that moment. He unfortunately passed of cancer in Dec 2001 so one of his last acts as a fan was to see us go down.
My mum then carried on the tradition with me, and took me up almost every game after my grandad passed, all the way to the move to the Ricoh. She unfortunately passed in May 2006, and saw the start of our decline.
I told myself I will carry on the tradition if I was to have kids, and I have 2 sky blue mad kids of 16 and 11, who completely opposite to the above have only ever seen us rise from the bottom back to the top.
I will be in floods for all of the above, the full circle moments from me being a kid, to being with my kids and witnessing it. I feel emotional even typing this tbh
We're nearly having our day in the sun gents, and boy do we fucking deserve it