First game I went to was Liverpool in the kop with my older brother, I think against Notts Forest, when I was 9. Couldn't see a thing, people pissing in each others pockets and on the floor where they stood, rolling forward every time there was an attempt on goal. Hated every minute.
Second time was Liverpool v Bayern Munich in 1970. My dad had tickets for the whole family (7) (6 kopites and me) and the only reason I went was because I knew he would be fish and chips for everyone. I was already seeing the light and leaning towards EFC but to get my Fish & Chips I had to sign a declaration written by my brother in green spirograph ink that I would follow Liverpool from then on.
I duly signed, went the game, sat in what is now the centenary stand, got my fish and chips, went home and started supporting Everton from the next morning. My father disowned me, refused to give me pocket money until Sunday so I couldn't spend it on watching Everton, wouldn't buy me football boots and never came to watch me play for the school, where at 16, I was playing for the first team.
Anyway, that was my Dad's loss, he could have come to Goodison with me. Once a blue, always a blue. NSNO.