My name is Greville Waterman and way back in 1965 my Dad, a transplanted Scouser making his way in London decided it was time for me to be indoctrinated into the mysteries of football.
Over the course of a few months he took me to Stamford Bridge, Craven Cottage, Loftus Road and then finally to the ground nearest to our home in Richmond, Griffin Park.
A team in red and white stripes pulverised a team in blue and white hoops by five goals to two and when on the first day of the following season I was given the option of returning to Griffin Park, the seemingly invincible Bees thrashed their patsies QPR by six goals to one.
I was hooked.
This football lark was going to be easy and fun as well as totally enjoyable and stress free. Soon surely I would be following the mighty all-conquering Bees as they took on the might of Mars and Jupiter in some Intergalactic competition of the near future.
Well in the near-fifty years since my indoctrination the success that I expected would be my birthright has somehow eluded me.
My loyalty and devotion has been rewarded by one season in the second tier of English football, six promotions, five relegations, seven heartbreaking and draining Playoff campaigns, three Associate Member Final losses, a run to the sixth round of the FA Cup, giant killing victories over two top flight teams and a moral victory over Champions League winners Chelsea.
Pretty thin beer you might agree, particularly when compared to the glory hunting supporters of the Premiership teams, so when promotion to the promised land of the Championship was finally achieved this April I thought that I would commemorate our first season there since 1992/3 by compiling a fans-eye view of what happened and how we coped with this rise in status and what it was like to be there as a supporter.
That being said I fully expect to meander into other areas of nostalgia and trivia related to my favourite team and hope that you will enjoy the journey with me.