I was stood in the garden on Saturday afternoon when I heard a wave of noise. My first thought was that it was a football cheer, but it went on for so long that I couldn't believe it could be. But then the singing started and I realised it must be the sound of supporters at Bramall Lane, at least two miles away.

It reminded me of being at home in Newcastle and running outside whenever the Magpies scored, just in case the wind was blowing in the right direction and I'd be able to hear the cheers.

I still resolve to go to a football match at some point in my life.