I first watched Dagenham FC at the age of 13, travelling home and away until I was an adult, seeing the old Daggers lose and then win at Wembley, then left the fold for a while until I had kids of my own. Coming back with my own boys to watch Garry Hill's Dagenham & Redbridge was very special, and great days like the game at The Valley cemented my love for this club, it's (now not so) scruffy little ground and its fans.
With DiggerDagger I have followed many of the glory days, and more than a few of the bad ones too and in all that time I can only recall total capitulation by a team in the colours twice, the last half hour of the 9-0 horror show and the game a few weeks later against Gravesend that signalled the end of Garry Hill's time at the club.
Being a Dagger to me means being able to smile wisely at the plastic Premiership fans who have never spoken to any of their team or manager in person and know that when my club has success I can really feel part of it, not watch from the sidelines.
It means that seeing my team go two goals down with 10 minutes left I don't make a run for it to beat the traffic because I know that they won't give up.
It means that over the last eleven seasons I have seen more great days and unbelieveable achievements from my club than I could have done following any other club in the country.
And on Sunday night, the manager, John Still told me, personally, that it isn't over yet.
"If you're proud to be a Dagger clap your hands!"