My first clear memories of watching West Ham, go back to 1964, although I did go to games before that. My dad used to sneak me in over the turnstile but inevitably, being a small boy, I could never really see much of the game. But I can clearly remember the atmosphere of those games, particularly when it was an evening kick off. I was always fascinated by the sounds and smells: the newly printed programmes; "Peanuts! Tanner a bag!" and, for some reason it was not possible to watch a game without a pack of Wrigley's chewing gum close to hand. So the first game I can accurately recount was when West Ham won the FA Cup at Wembley against Preston North End. I was nine years old and my dad had managed to obtain two seat tickets, which I think, cost about 18 shillings each at the time. My main memory of that match was being lifted onto the shoulders of the man next to me, every time West Ham scored. He would then stand on his seat and I would ...