I met my husband 20 years ago in London. He was from Penarth and was a big Cardiff City fan. He used to take me to all the games in and near London and we used to go back to his family home to watch the occasional home game. He died ten years ago and since then I have felt unable to watch a football game, despite many requests from his family (who I am still very close to.) But I relented in December when his brother and sister told me that they were going to Watford and had a spare ticket. I had a fantastic day (despite the result) and met so many funny, friendly people who gave me a very warm welcome (despite my English accent). I was then offered a ticket for the home game against Man United and stayed with my husband’s family for the weekend. Had an even warmer welcome and met many more people and had another fantastic time (again, despite the result) and gained the nickname ‘Wiggy’. I really want to see more games but I fear my presence seems to bring bad luck on the team. At least I didn’t go to Gillingham, which isn’t too far from me.