On my twelfth birthday, this was my first 'real' away game (having only been to Selhurst Park previously for the play-off final in 1987) - and it was a real eye-opener. After having travelled to London on a 'Football Special' train, someone slipped into the contingent of Town fans marching to the ground just behind me - I heard a policeman shout "search him out", and as my dad lifted me in front of him, I turned and caught a glimpse of a knife as the police wrestled him away. At the stadium, I was lifted over the turnstiles to get in, and took my position at the front - and though Swindon gave a decent account of themselves, a Leroy Rosenior goal just past the hour send the Hammers through. I was still chuffed the next day though - my mum had taped Sportsnight so we could see the game again, and I spotted myself in the crowd!