It`s down to you, lads. By Mikey Howard
When I first became a Ranger, I wasn`t sure what I was letting myself in for. My dad was one (RIP) and I kinda followed on from there. But, I will be honest, I had a thing for Tottenham Hotspur. Anyway, come my first game at Loftus Road, I was honestly taken-aback by the regular supporters. They were so kind (to a child at that time) and made me feel so welcome. People whom I had never met before in my life seemed like "family". It was almost like I had known them forever. I got caught up in a world that was showing so much passion and love for a club that it was almost surreal. And the compactness of the stadium seemed to generate an atmosphere that was second-to-none. It was an experience that left me wanting more. Three home games later, I was addicted. Not because we were being successful on the pitch but, because Loftus Road seemed like a home from home, if you get my drift. I remember thinking one Saturday as I got off the tube at White City: "Come what may, this is where I belong and this is where I am happy !"