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Dad played local football in Reading but never went to games.
Uncle George was a regular as was auntie Dolly-George's brother played for Reading in the 1920's.
Uncle Fred was a season-ticket holder until the early 60s when he gave up because he thought the club lacked ambition and he was fed up watching lower level football, something that I didn't understand then especially as he only lived about 600 yards from Elm Park.
My main influences were my older brother (who ironically stopped going about 30 years ago -note the family trend) and my old schoolteacher, Mrs Barnes , who was a season-ticket holder and sports fanatic as well as teaching at Wilson Juniors.
IIRC my first game was in 1954 (could be one year either way) v Norwich and my hero was the prolific goalscorer Ronnie Blackman-what a shame that his modern namesake, despite costing £1 million is far from being a prolific goalscorer.
After leaving Reading in 1970 I still came back for most home games and my son and daughter became regulars until Kerry Dixon moved to Chelsea and my son followed and my daughter carried on until about 8 years ago.
Both of her daughters came for a while but Natasha gave up after our 2nd season in the Prem.
By then both of my parents had died so the additional reason for coming up to Reading had also gone for the girls and as teenagers other things have proven more attractive and interesting.
The good thing about Natasha going to games was that she was a bit of a statto so it was handy to know how many corners, bookings etc. had taken place.
I do miss her not going apart from when she threw up once on the way home and in doing so infiltrated the cd player which has never worked since.
It has been a labour of love watching RFC and the big rewards have come in recent years but , like a lot of people on here,
I do hanker for the Elm Park days when our club had a soul which I don't think exists today and will probably carry on going (season ticket renewed a couple of weeks ago) but , something I thought would never happen,I can see that there will be a time when I won't go to games.
Although I am a lone traveller to games I do enjoy meeting up with my mate from Gillingham, my mate from Thatcham and my younger brother from Tilehurst but I think it is this cameraderie that keeps us all going rather than any scintillating football however the line from me downwards will stop when I finish as will the family name because it is just girls, girls and more girls.
Just writing this has made me feel a bit nostalgic about Elm Park having started at the Town End but gradually worked my way to the Tilehurst End over the years (the kids couldn't see from under the clock but had a great view from the wall at the back of the Tilehurst End).
Also travelling 80 miles to a home game is a bit different from strolling from Beecham Road to Elm Park.