Throwing my hands up in the air, I cheered the players onto the pitch.
‘Come on, it’s going to start!’ I called to my partner, Tony, 45, as he made his way to his seat.
Tony and I tried to get to every Plymouth home game we could – along with my football-mad children, Macey, now 15, Lilly-Rae, now 11, and Mackenzie, now eight.
Growing up, I had gone to all the games with my dad Paul, 71.
Having supported Plymouth for over 60 years, he was a superfan.
So, the man I ended up with had to support Plymouth, too.
When I met Tony in September 2020, I couldn’t believe my luck.
We met on a night out, and, hitting it off at the bar, our chat quickly turned…
