It Started With a Scarf...

I was seven years old, and my auntie (who was working for the Coventry Evening Telegraph, as it was then) presented me and my brother each with one.

"Sky Blues - Coventry City Est. 1883"

It meant very little to me back then, but it was my first ever scarf, and it was blue, so it quickly became the coolest thing I owned.

Little did I know that it was to start something in me that 20 years later I have yet to grow out of. On the contrary, it has grown with me, to the point where my teachers at school worried about me, to spending all my pocket money on replica shirts with numbers on the back, to now where I'm disregarding my day job to write about my team.

My team. Listen to me! Of course they're not my team, but we all think that, don't we?

Like with all relationships, I've let the club sit close to my heart, pushed them away again, only to invite them back with open arms. Right now I'm at the latter stage of the cycle, filled with all the optimism that Chris Coleman has sewn in me with his dapper suits and dashing Welsh charm.

I'm looking forward to spilling my emotions (football related, mostly) all over these pages, and you'll be happy to know that with no affiliations, I can pretty much say what I want.

How's this for starters?

If you buy a Yorkie from a snack machine at the Ricoh, you save 10p on the kiosk price.

You're welcome.