The strangest thing is the random things that lodge in the mind and never shift - like the Notts fan tastelessly shouting out during a 1-1 draw to Southampton in 1982: "What was on the car radio when Alan Ball's dad died? His head." Or, the following season, a few Notts fans constantly shouting: "Dalglish, you dropped your glue bag!" during a Liverpool game. Or the Liverpool steward saying "Youse lot are even worse than Kuusysi Lahti" in 1992 as we were battered 4-0 and were very much lucky to get nil.

Then there's the Proustian rush generated by aromas - I've always associated cigar smoke with the County Road Side from the late 70s. Or the smell of liniment drifting out from the dressing rooms of the Main Stand, which if you were lucky might mask the stench from the gents' toilets or the abattoir behind County Road if the wind was blowing in the wrong direction.

Then there are the emotions - such as when the players came out for the first game against Bradford in August 2009 and I had tears in my eyes from this weird sensation called hope.

Or being told by a copper that I looked absolutely freezing at the front of the Main Stand during a game, only for him to tell me a few minutes later I was suddenly looking much healthier - which had everything to do with two late goals we'd just scored against Arsenal to win the game 2-1 back in 1981.

One pure "in-game" memory: Steff Oakes' goal from the halfway line away at Yeovil. I'd taken in two British classics en route to the ground - Stonehenge and the prototype Concorde - which made it a pretty perfect away trip and well worth getting soaked on the open terrace behind the goal.