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Well folks, that was a very different match-day experience.Setting off this lunch-time: Season ticket......... CheckRovers shirt............ CheckCinderella colouring and sticker book and coloured pencils...... CheckAnd the good news (or is it bad news?) is.... she absolutely loved it.She sat open-mouthed when G Woods first kicked the ball upfield from his hands. Her eyes followed the ball as it sailed up high into the sky and then kept following it as it dropped slowly back down at the other end of the pitch, then turned to me and said "Wow".She watched the whole of the 1st half without pestering me once, then at half time we had our pork pies that Mum had packed for us.She looked at me in a way I've never seen before when I jumped up and roared when I thought we'd scored in the first half, only for the 'goal' to be disallowed."Why isn't it a goal Dad? The ball went into the net?"Try explaining to a six-year-old why it wasn't a goal. In fact, try explaining it to a 55-year-old Dad. I felt like running onto the pitch and dragging the ref up into our seats in the West Stand and yelling at him "Go on.... tell my daughter why that wasn't a goal!"Anyway, at least that was a useful rehearsal for when we actually scored, by which time Natasha was listening to The Ugly Duckling on her CD player, and the middle-aged couple who sit in front of me were busy colouring in Cinderella.The start of a new era?You bet.