I've been following, supporting (late 80's to late 90's) and now following again Cov for the last 43 years. My Dad first introduced me to the delights of football watching Southend United in the old division 4 around 1967 when I was about 10, but as all my peers who were either following Man U, Chelsea, West Ham or Spurs, I didn't like to admit .it . Like most youngsters I collected football cards which you stick in an album, and whist all the other clubs wore boring red, white or blue shirts with a splattering of claret from the likes of West Ham and the vile, there was one club who's pictures stood out from all the others in their brilliant sky blue. So from that day hence I fell in love with the Cov. I didn't know where you were situated, in the country or the league, so was a bit dismayed when I checked and there you were in 1968 around the bottom. In those days we were able to wear our own kits during the games lessons so I got my Mum to dye an all white kit sky blue and sow some dark blue braid(cut from my sisters navy knickers) around the collar and cuffs. I thought I looked the business, and even got given a sky blues holdle bag which I took to school every day. As you can imagine the p**s take was relentless,even from my teachers and even led to fights, but I just saw it as character building and made me all the more proud in supporting my team. I didn't get to see them until the middle seventy's when a mate of mine who follow Tottenham drove up to Highfield road with me. Unfortunately we lost but it was the same mate who gave me a ticket for the final in 87, as he had another offer in the posh seats. On getting to Wembley I first approached a tout to swap my Tottenham ticket for a Cov end one, but no doing. By pure chance whist hanging around outside I heard a couple of lads asking if anybody would swap for the other way. We swapped and so I headed inside the ground for what would be the most memorable four hours of my life. I stood right at the very back , top tier directly behind the goal and was mesmerized by the colour and noise of the fans. I'd been to see England play many times at Wembley but nothing prepared me for the atmosphere and noise generated that afternoon. Even after going a goal down the spirits of the sky blue army wasn't dampened and as we sang out ...Score in a minute...we're going to score in a minute. Our prediction was answered as Dave Bennett slotted home the equalizer to send us mental. I didn't know anybody there but found myself jumping about in the arms of a complete stranger. I guess my point to all this is, I consider myself lucky to have experienced that one afternoon when my team was the best in the land, and would probably still be inside the ground celebrating if they had let us. You younger guys on here have never experienced that feeling of success because the Cov have never won anything since to get excited about... but be patient you will, and one day you will be able to tell your kids or Grand kids that you were there the day the sky blues turned good again, because every dog has its day and the Sky blues are long over due for one. It may be we have to drop a division to rise again, god knows enough teams have done it and as long as you embrace the success of promotion and celebrate it even if its only from div 1, then the Cov fans will remain the best in the land, for its easy to sing when your winning, not when starved of success. PS I've made my eldest son a Cov fan too, although son number two accompanies me to see Southend on occasion.